#Azul x Reader

[nekonaps0]

Octavinelle x chubby reader

Soft and cute

✦ characters: Azul, Jade, Floyd

✦ gn!reader

✦chubby!reader

✦okay! Straight forward, I didn’t get too much information so I used my ✨writer freedom✨ hope you guys like it

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul has always been insecure about his past, his appearance, his worth. So when he falls for you, someone with a smile that could bring the ocean to its knees, he understands what it means to carry self-doubt.

At first, he’s awkward about it. Not because he’s uncomfortable with your body, quite the opposite, but because he knows how cruel people can be. He’s heard it before, the way some whisper behind their hands. And he hates the idea of you ever hearing it too.

So one day, while you're lying together on the Mostro Lounge VIP couch after hours, your head on his shoulder, he whispers:

“You’re… exquisite. You know that, right?”

You blink up at him, surprised. “I mean… I try.”

His hand finds yours. “No. I mean it. You’re stunning. Your softness… it’s comforting. Warm. You walk into a room and I forget every contract I’ve ever written.”

You giggle. “Azul, are you flirting with me or rewriting my biography?”

He turns red. “The first one….”

And later, when you hesitate over a dress or grumble about your curves, he’s the first to pull you into his arms, hands resting on your hips like they belong there.

“Don’t you dare hide,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “You’re not meant to hidden. You were made to be admired.”

Jade Leech

Jade is an observer. Nothing escapes him, your nervous glances when you think a piece of clothing doesn’t flatter you, the way you touch your stomach self-consciously, the way your smile falters just a second too soon when someone talks about “ideal body types.”

But Jade doesn’t love you in spite of your body. He adores you because you’re you. Full-bodied. Soft. Stunning.

Once, while you were hiking together (he insisted it would be “a relaxing little adventure”… (LIES)), you paused for a breather, hand on your hip, cheeks flushed. You muttered something under your breath about slowing him down. He turned, slowly.

“My Dear,” he said, voice low and velvety, “you are the highlight of this entire trip.”

You blinked at him. “I’m sweaty and wheezing.”

He tilted your chin up with a gloved finger. “And still more stunning than any wildflower we’ve passed.”

Later, he’d take your hand, guiding it to the curve of your waist with his own resting just beneath. He’d murmur:

“Beauty comes in many forms, but yours? Yours is the kind I’d catalog and treasure.”

Jade doesn’t just love you, he reveres you. He whispers poetry against your skin. He makes you feel like you were carved by ocean gods.

And the way he looks at you? Like a collector who’s found the rarest, most precious specimen in the world.

Floyd Leech

Floyd doesn’t care about rules. Or expectations. Or body standards.

All he knows is that you’re his, and he loves how you feel under his arms when he wraps you in a bone crushing hug.

He lives to squish your cheeks and grab your hips and throw you over his shoulder like a prize, no matter how heavy you think you are.

He adores your softness.

When you try to pull away or joke about being “too heavy,” he narrows his eyes, scoops you up like it’s nothing, and growls

“Too heavy? Nah. You’re just right.”

One time, you asked, “Floyd, don’t you think I’d look better if I lost a few kg/pounds?”

He stared at you for a second, expression darkening, not with anger at you, but at the thought.

“Nope. I like my shrimpy exactly like this. Don’t change. You’re soft in all the best places.”

Kiss attacks. And a tackle-hug. Floyd is all physical affection and zero patience for insecurity. He doesn’t tolerate you saying anything mean about yourself. Not on his watch. Or if you do, be ready being covered with bite marks.

He loves showing you off, especially when people stare, because it means he gets to sling an arm around your waist and smirk like he’s won the jackpot.

“Jealous, huh? Can’t blame ya. My shrimpy’s gorgeous.”

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Okey! Listen! I love Jade… but his hiking?!? Hell nah! 🧍‍♀️ I would support him from home. Deam… my stamina is at Idia level…

[saikira999]

Azul is trying to be a kind understanding housewarden😌😘😇

(THIS IS A SCAM!!!!👺👺👺👺👺👺👺👺)

[kefiteria]

Hi! May i order a cup of overblot boys x fem reader who’s obsessed with cheese? I just had the most cheesiest bread and Oh God it tastes like heaven!! Perhaps reader keeps a lot of stock of cheese especially cheese string for light snacks (open her bag and you’ll see at least five cheese string inside her plastic container because this is exactly what i did) ^___^ Perhaps you can add a scenario when one day reader ran out of cheese AND the market/cafeteria ran out of them as well—she’s upset and sad and didn’t want to talk to anybody and only reply to their questions with short amounts of words (girly just becomes an alpha sigma skibidi toilet) 🙏🏻 can you make it headcanon as well if you don’t mind? Or like their reaction to reader’s obsession with cheese. THANK UU and btw i love your writing!! Have a wonderful day aheaddd

String Cheese and Emotional Damage

pairing: Overblot Boys x Fem!Reader

summary: You're dangerously obsessed with cheese—especially cheese strings. The Overblot boys react to your dairy-fueled habits, from snacking mid-lecture to emotional meltdowns when the cheese runs out. Chaos, fluff, and lactose-fueled affection ensue🧀

a/n : Apologies for the late upload 😔 Thank you for loving my writing!! I appreciate it alot🩵 As I'm writing this, unfortunately, I am not living the dairy dream — I’m living the dairy delusion. I can’t afford cheese, so writing this fic was like describing heaven with only postcards. I had to research cheese like I was prepping for a dairy-themed final exam 🧀📖 This entire fic was powered by sheer imagination, unholy craving, and one blurry childhood memory of a fake cheese I once ate AHAHAHHAA! i also added a variety of cheese heree~

🃏Riddle Roseheart

When he first saw you pull out a snack-sized aged cheddar block mid-lecture and bite into it like an apple, he stopped in his tracks.

“Is that—what are you—are you eating cheddar in alchemy class??”

“Aged 18 months. Sharp, with nutty undertones. Pairs well with existential dread.”

He tries to ban all “non-approved dairy” during House study sessions. It backfires. You counter with a cheese tasting board labeled ‘Revolutionary Forms of Calcium.’

Riddle now begrudgingly lets you eat Grana Padano during meetings—only because your stress-chewing actually helps you concentrate.

Cheese Crisis Day:

You stop talking and currently sitting in a chair facing the wall like a haunted doll.

“Is she okay?” someone whispers.

“She hasn’t spoken since the cheese strings ran out.”

Riddle panics and raids Mostro Lounge for a wedge of manchego. He kneels dramatically.

“Please. Say something. I have imported Spanish sheep’s cheese.”

🦁 Leona Kingscholar

Thinks your obsession is weird until he tries a slice of your double cream brie on a warm croissant. He immediately stops judging.

You teach him the art of pulling cheese strings dramatically, like sword unsheathing. It becomes your bonding ritual.

Casually steals your smoked gouda during naptime. “This one’s got a nice campfire kick.” he admits, lying in your lap.

Cheese Crisis Day:

“They took… everything.” You’re curled up in the sandpit of the botanical garden, hoodie over your head, muttering like a war widow.

Leona raises a brow in pure confusion. “You’re acting like someone died.”

You glance up with eyes hollow. “They did. Her name was Mozzarella.”

He exhales slowly, rubbing the bridge of his nose like dealing with a dramatic housecat.

Next thing you know, he’s gone for 40 minutes.

You’re still pouting under the tree when he returns, tossing a small wrapped parcel into your lap. Inside: buffalo mozzarella, fresh basil, and roasted tomato slices on warm grilled flatbread.

“I had to go to that overpriced café near the main gate for this.” he grumbles. “Paid actual madol. Be grateful.”

You gasp softly. “You… you bought me cheese?”

“Tch. Don’t make it weird.” He looks away, ears twitching only for those keen eyes to catch.

So you just take one bite and make a noise so happy he immediately shoves his hands in his pockets and pretends he can’t hear you.

🪙 Azul Ashengrotto

Sees your obsession and immediately tries to franchise it.

“A limited-edition ‘Seven Cheeses of the Coral Sea’ platter at Mostro Lounge, perhaps?”

You enthusiastically pitch in with names. Azul instantly regrets encouraging you.

Learns to identify cheese by scent just to keep up. “That’s Gruyère. Alpine. Melts with dignity.”

Tries to seduce you with a wheel of Comté, and it works. You called him “my dairy deity” once and he hasn’t recovered.

Cheese Crisis Day:

“I have no reason to swim forward.” You stare at the aquarium glass, unmoving in stillness like Mola Mola on the ocean surface...

Azul sends Floyd to hunt down contraband Taleggio from a merchant ship. Returns to you with a platter and a wine pairing suggestion.

“Come back to me, mon fromage perdu.”

🐍 Jamil Viper

Absolutely offended when you tried to sprinkle feta on his biryani.

“You do not cheese-spam centuries of cultural tradition.”

“But it’s tangy…”

Eventually accepts it—especially after you bake him spicy cheese-stuffed flatbread with paneer and harissa. He’s suspicious, but he eats five.

Starts lowkey enjoying sharp flavors like aged provolone, even though he insists, “It’s only because it pairs well with mint tea.”

Cheese Crisis Day:

“Everything I loved has melted away.” You sit in the kitchen pantry with a ladle and a thousand-yard stare.

“Okay, you need to calm down—”

He makes labneh from scratch with goat’s milk and herbs.

“...You made cheese for me?”

“Yes. And if you cry, I’ll revoke your cheese privileges.”

👑 Vil Schoenheit

Was mortified the first time he saw you gnawing on a Kraft cheese stick in the mirror hallway.

“Processed plastic. In public. With confidence?”

“Self-love comes in cheddar.”

Eventually starts guiding you through “refined” cheeses:

Boursin with rosemary for stress

Parmigiano-Reggiano slivers for skincare-approved calcium

And truffle goat cheese because “you deserve elegance, even in lactose.”

Begins preparing you little curated cheese boxes. You kiss his cheek after one and he nearly drops his Magicam ring light.

Cheese Crisis Day:

“No Brie. No more cheese strings. No life.” You show up to Pomefiore rehearsal in a hoodie and shades like a tragic celebrity.

Vil dramatically announces a cheese fund and hosts a “Fromage for the Soul” gala. You cry over a brie tartlet. (also extra cheese strings in the pantry)

👾Idia Shroud

Thinks your obsession is literally adorable and chaotic. “She’s like if a ratatouille girlbossed too close to the sun.”

Posts memes of you labeled: [Cheddar Gremlin at 2am]

(attached with no text, followed by)

“This is you.”

Gets emotionally attached to babybel minis because you like to “unwrap them dramatically like little dairy presents.”

Customizes your game avatars with cheese accessories. Creates a cheese-powered dating sim prototype featuring you and 37 different cheeses.

Cheese Crisis Day:

You go offline for 24 hours. Don’t log in. Don’t reply.

“Oh god. She’s reached maximum dairy despair.”

Idia codes a message into your favorite rhythm game that says:

“Please return. I made you an emotional support emmental.”

Sends a care package of 12 cheese plushies and one actual gruyère wedge via drone.

🐉 MALLEUS DRACONIA

Intrigued. “Cheese…string?”

You peel one in front of him. He gazes like it’s a celestial phenomenon.

Tells you tales of Briar Valley’s ancient cheeses—one supposedly made of moonlight and snow. You swoon.

Genuinely believes cheese is the sacred food of joy. Gifts you enchanted cheeses that sing lullabies or sparkle in the dark.

Cheese Crisis Day:

“Even Horntorn cannot save me now…” You lie in your bed and whispering to the ceiling dramatically.

A thunderclap. He appears with a mythical alpine cow that produces endless cheese.

“Her name is Araluen. You may milk her with reverence.”

“I knew you’d understand.” and yes, you did tear up in joy.

[starmaidengarden]

HI HI!!! I am new here but your fics are so good and I just had to request something!! I liked the blog especially where the S/o is neutral but when her interest shows up she is exited and rants about it but rn what I am requesting is a fic with Houswarden +Jamil where s/o has funny personality I think, they laugh when something fun happens and they get all blushy and red when they laugh too much or the houswardens do something affectionate!! I requested it bcs I get red whenever something embarrassing happens to me, that's for doing my request!!!

—Housewardens + Jamil x gn!reader. no cw/tw. established relationship. dividers: uzmacchiato.

note: sorry this took several days to finish I been busy as a bee! but I hope you like it!!

Riddle Rosehearts ༉⋆｡˚

Riddle prided himself on order and composure—until he met you. Just five minutes into tea time, you were laughing so hard that you nearly spilled your cup. “Oh no—! I’m sorry, it’s just—! The way Cater described you losing your temper with the flamingos—!” Your laughter came in hiccups. Riddle sighed, trying to mask his annoyance, though the pink tint in his ears told a different story. “There’s nothing funny about those disobedient creatures,” he huffed, stirring his tea with feigned seriousness.

You attempted to stifle your giggles, but when you caught the barest hint of a smile on Riddle’s lips, your cheeks flushed bright red. “What?” he asked, clearly amused now. “I—I just really like it when you smile,” you stammered, your embarrassment more evident than ever. Riddle froze for a moment. “O-Oh.” Clearing his throat, he rose with an overly formal air and offered you a napkin with trembling hands. “You’re a mess,” he said, his voice quaking. “But… you’re my mess.”

Leona Kingscholar ༉⋆｡˚

Leona pretends to be perpetually annoyed by your antics—your snorting laughter, your playful teasing, and the way you turn red in the face whenever he drapes himself across your lap as if it’s nothing. He grumbles when you laugh so hard you nearly fall over, muttering “What’s so damn funny?” but there’s a barely-hidden smirk tugging at his lips. He teases you relentlessly for the way you blush every time he ruffles your hair or kisses your cheek out of nowhere.

Once, when you’re both lying in the grass during a quiet afternoon, you laugh so hard you accidentally spill lemonade all over him. You're mortified—red as Riddle’s roses, trying to blot his shirt with your sleeves and apologizing in squeaky, stammered words. Grabbing your wrist and pulling you down, forehead-to-forehead. “Relax, herbivore. If I didn’t like seeing you act like a little tomato, I’d have kicked you out ages ago.” His tail flicks lazily behind him. He always acts like he’s the one indulging you—but really, he’d do anything to hear that laugh again.

Azul Ashengrotto ༉⋆｡˚

The Mostro Lounge was uncharacteristically loud, but it wasn’t due to the usual clinking of glasses or bustling servers. No, tonight’s unusual sounds came from you, sitting at the VIP table with your face flushed red, a hand over your mouth, giggling uncontrollably as Jade recounted a story from Azul’s childhood. Azul stood nearby, arms crossed, trying (and failing) to maintain his composure. “Jade,” Azul said through clenched teeth, “I don’t recall giving you permission to share that particular memory.” Jade’s smile was as smooth as ever. “You didn’t, Azul. But the expression on your dears face is worth it, wouldn’t you agree?” You tried to speak through your laughter, failing miserably as you managed a breathless, “I can’t believe you got stuck in a jar—!” Azul groaned and buried his face in his hands.

Kalim Al-Asim ༉⋆｡˚

It started with the silliest magic carpet ride ever. Kalim had taken you out for a sunset glide—bright sky, warm breeze, and him grinning like always. You were telling some absurd story about Grim getting his head stuck in a jelly jar, complete with dramatic impressions. Kalim was laughing, almost rolling off the carpet from laughing. When he looked over at you—eyes crinkled, nose scrunched, your face bright red and giggly—he melted. “Ahaha—wait, wait—pfft!” you wheezed, hiccupping from how hard you laughed. “I can’t—Grim sounded like a duck!” You buried your face in your hands, shaking and flushed.

Kalim blinked. “You’re red!” He leaned in with wide eyes. “Are you okay?" You peeked at him between your fingers, still pink and giggling. “I’m fine! Just—you’re laughing too, don’t blame me!” Kalim clutched his chest with dramatic flair. “You're so cute when you laugh like that, Habibi! Your face goes all warm and soft and boom—like fireworks!” He poked your cheek gently. “You light up everything!” “Stop it,” you whined, voice trembling with another laugh, “You’re gonna make me blush even more!”

Jamil Viper ༉⋆｡˚

Jamil prided himself on discipline. Composure. But none of that prepared him for the way you burst into Scarabia’s kitchen wearing sunglasses at night and wielding a baguette like a sword. “I challenge thee, noble chef, to a duel! You’ve stolen my heart, and I demand repayment in the form of food!” He stared. Blinking slowly. “Did… Did you inhale too much spice again?" “Maybe. But also, on guard!” He deflected your attack with a spatula, sighing with exasperated amusement. “You’re impossible.” And then came that moment: your laughter caught in your throat, your eyes twinkling, and your face turned the color of a tomato.

“You make me so happy it’s unfair,” you mumbled. Something in Jamil's heart cracked wide open. It wasn’t immediate, but over time, he found himself waiting for your antics. Secretly hoping you'd pull him into your nonsense. You once convinced him to dance in socks across Scarabia’s marble halls while blasting cheesy disco music. When he spun you mid-twirl, you giggled so hard you collapsed, and Jamil couldn’t stop the real laugh that escaped him. He helped you up, brushing a lock of hair from your heated face. “You’re ridiculous,” he said softly. “And…you’re mine.”

Vil Schoenheit ༉⋆｡˚

Vil was always poised, always polished. But you? You were a whirlwind of funny faces, dramatic impressions, and—his favorite—your laughter that got all squeaky when you were truly losing it. “You’re doing it again,” he’d say, sitting in his makeup chair, one brow raised, watching you wheeze after trying (and failing) to mimic his posture. “You’re mocking me.” “I’m honoring you!” you gasped through your grin. “I’m capturing your… majestic aura!” “Oh really?” he purred, strolling over.

“Does this look ‘majestic’ to you?” He leaned in close—so close that your face lit up red in seconds. “Vil—!” you whined, completely flustered now, hiding behind your hands. He loved that you didn’t shrink in his presence—not out of fear. You matched him, teased him, and brought levity to his carefully curated world. When he was tired or doubting himself, you’d burst into his dressing room with a bouquet of wildflowers. One night, he caught you alone in the garden, practicing a silly song about him under your breath. “You’re unbelievable.”

Idia Shroud ༉⋆｡˚

Idia didn’t know what to do with you at first. You were so expressive. Loud in the most lovable way. You were playing an old co-op game in his room together—one with chaotic physics and silly cartoon avatars that made both of you laugh way too much. Idia was surprisingly good at the game, but you? You had a unique talent for getting launched off cliffs in increasingly hilarious ways. “I—I didn’t mean to jump! I was trying to grab the sword!” you cried as your character rag-dolled off a tower dramatically. “Oh my—pffff—” Idia snorted, doubling over as your avatar flew off the screen.

“You were so sure about that move too!” You laughed as well, breathless. “I had a plan! I had a—!” But you were giggling too hard to finish, wiping tears from your eyes. Idia turned to look at you, noticing his flaming hair flickering a soft pink. “You’re—uh—you okay?” he asked. “You’re… really red.” “I—hahaha—I can’t stop laughing,” you hiccupped, trying to catch your breath. “My face feels like it’s melting.” He realized your cheeks were glowing bright red; you were laughing so much that your smile was wide and your eyes squinty. he covered his face, mumbling, “You’re going to be the death of me…” But he couldn’t stop smiling.

Malleus Draconia ༉⋆｡˚

Malleus wasn’t used to laughter—anything other than polite laughter, really. So when you burst into deep belly laughter at his story about Sebek’s overzealous training, he faltered. “You should have seen him trying to spar with Lilia and ending up in a tree,” he said dryly. Your response was always joyful “No way! A TREE?” Malleus raised an eyebrow. “You’re easily entertained, dear.” “You make it easy,” you giggled, cheeks glowing. “Your delivery is so deadpan.” He tilted his head. “You are red. Have I embarrassed you?” “Nooo,” you murmured, curling in on yourself. “Just… you. It’s too much.” For a moment, time seemed to pause. “I like you a lot,” you mumbled, face turning even redder. A soft smile spread across his face. “I believe I like you just as much.” He brushed his finger against your cheek, captivated by your warmth. “So vivid. Like Dragonfire.” Your laughter made him feel he'd gladly hear it a thousand times more.

[nayeonlove]

Twst dorm leaders x RUMI Reader??!

Okay so like I've been watching Kpop demon hunters and it's my main obsession rn I extremely love it but...I wonder how it'd be like if the Twst characters were with a Reader that was like Rumi, half demon but I possibly might add the demon hunter part too. I'll try to write some stuff down and see how cannonly they'd be and how'd they react if Reader was a demon (based on the scene where Mira and Zoey find out)

(I might do a Mira and Zoey version)

[thequietkid-moonie]

Loud, outgoing and chaotic little sibling

[ PLATONIC HEADCANONS ] [ Riddle, Azul, Idia, Malleus ]

[ Twisted Wonderland ]

× This is inspired in Burnice White (from Zenless Zone Zero)

Head empty just Burning desires and dancing Burnice

also, this ended up being longer than i expected! This is not an apology, just a warning 🫵🏼 i hope you enjoy it dear reader

Riddle Rosehearts

You were you mother's worst nightmare, she is controlling, having the need to plan every step Riddle and you took, but no matter how much she tried or what she told you she was never able to completely control you, and it wasn't like you were being mean to her nor Riddle, you even agreed to do part of the schedule she had for you, the problem it was that you didn't followed her rules because you always played in your own rules

You and your mother were constantly fighting and she was always complaining about your behaivor, and yet that never took away your smile, no matter what you mother said you never changed and neither gave up, you always found ways to skip the study sesions or even sneak candies for Riddle and you even when it wasn't allowed, every little break you two had you were always dragging him around, and its not like your mother could be mad at you forever because at least you took responsability whenever you two were caught and even if you didn't liked much the study sessions you were outstanding in whatever actually caught your attention

Your presence was of great help for Riddle, for one side your mother was paying more attention to you, constantly reciving indirect compliments because she never stoped comparing you to him since he was what she expected from her children, and in the other side you never lost your smile and happy outgoing personality, always managing to make him feel like the child he is

Riddle really grew to adore you, you were his little sibling and the one always making him smile, and one of the reasons he decided to befriend Trey and Chenya since you accepted to sneak out to play without a second thought, he hold a lot of good memories of his childhood because of you but it was when your mother found out that you two were sneaking out of the house that Riddle understood that he is your older brother, he is the one who is suppoused to do all of this for you, to protect you, to make you feel safe and happy

Because of the punishment you two had less freedom and that was the moment Riddle decided to finally act as your older brother, he started to take care of you more, he was making you company in your study sessions in an attempt to help you make it less boring and was constantly reminding you your schedule or the rules of the house in an attempt to help you get in less problems with your mother, but he never stoped loving you just the way you are, so whenever he had the chance he asked you about your favorite topics or tried to rasonate with you to get you out of troubles, he tries to just let you be while also keeping an eye on you, just so you wouldn't get in troubles or end up injured

The moment he was accepted to go in Night Raven Collage Riddle was definetly quite worried about you, feeling unsure about leaving you all alone with your mother because, even if you didn't mind it much and wouldn't be bothered is more likely that you two will argue quite a lot, but he couldn't just not go so he decided to try to keep in contact with you while being at school, and, of course, if you end up accpeted in the school he will really happy and even relieved

If you end up not being in the same dorm could be understandavle but still he can't help but feel a bit grumpy about it (specially since Trey is in Heartslabyul too) but will accept it anyways, but even if you two are siblings that won't make him less strick with you, he knows you too well and is used to your actics and for that from the outside it almost looks like he has something against you with how much he insist with the rules with you and how he is scolding you constantly, but by now is more for costum (and since he is the housewarden of Heartslabyul he is now the responsible of making you follow the rules, if he can't make his own little sibling to follow the rules he feels a bit of a failure even when he knows he can't exactly control you)

Again, for anyone who doesn't know you two it may look like Riddle hold some kind of grudge against you but it is his strictness and scolding he way that he shows how much he does cares for you, after all is the way he had to try to protect you from your mother, but since now you two are in Night Raven Collage he is happy that you will have more freedom to express yourself the way you are more (he is still constantly watching over you, he is worried and doesn't want to see you get hurt after all)

Azul Ashengrotto

As a child Azul had suffered from bullying for a long time, he hated it but he just felt too helpless to fight back (being a octo-mer was of not help and the main reason why he was so bullied in he first place) but that changed when you came

Its not that having a little sibling miraculously stopped the bullying, in fact since you weren't too diferent from him physicaly you were suffering from the bullying too, but you were just so cheerful and outgoing that you never minded their harsh comments and even tried to befriend the other kids, always wanting to bring Azul so both could make more friends! At the end that was what pushed Azul to decide to do something, it hurted him the bullying but it hurted him more seeing his little sibling being made fun of just for wanting to have friends

Your family was pretty lay back, they were incredibly accepting and supporting, they loved you both just the way you were no matter what you decided to do, if you have great ambitions or hope for a relaxed life you knew your family would always support you, and while it was incredibly comforting Azul realiced that he wanted more, he was indeed ambitous, he was happy with his family but for him it wasn't enough, so he promised to himself that he would become stronger to protect you and himself, that he would be a good big brother

Azul ended up dragging you with him when he started to dedicate his time to learn everything he could about potiology, wanting to don't leave you alone and vulnerable with people that would only laugh at you, what ended up being the best for you since you quickly grew interested in his studies and both, becoming really good with the potions too (altought, for totally diferent reasons, he wanted to be able to take revenge on your bullies and being able to take advantage and you were just too fascinated with everything that can be created and done with the potions)

The moment the Leech twins ended up getting interested in you two and tried to meet you Azul was even more hesitant since he haven't met someone who didn't made fun of non of you until now and he didn't wanted you to be exposed to that again he tried to push them away from the start, but, of course, you were just happy to meet them. Despite how anxious it make him feel the three of you quickly grow incredibly closer since your personalities were so similar, and not just that but the twins found both incredibly interesting so of course they decided to stick around

It took no time for the four of you to just become incredibly close friends, always sticking around the other and supoorting (directly or indirectly) Azul in his plan of revenge and to become stronger and being accepted at Nigh Raven Collage was a prove that he have managed to become stronger

Azul have promised to you that he would support you no matter what you wanted to do, he and the twins would go to the school in land but if you wanted to stay at home he would accept it (he was trying to be a good big brother but he was incredibly anxious about the posibility of not having you around for so long, for what he was teased once both left the sea), thankfuly for him you decided to attent NRC the moment you were accepted too

As the housewarden of Octaville it would fill him with pride if you ended up asigned to Octaville too, and he would obviously brag about it to you afterward, but even if not he would just stay happy with the fact that you are attentding to school too

Azul ended up hiring you at Mostro Lounge, it was just perfect because that way you would be close to your brother and childhood friends like you have always being and your incredibly cheerful and outgoing personality always managed to attract more clientes, specially because thanks to being an expert at potiology (just like him) you ended up managing to come up with the best drinks anyone could find, quickly becoming one of the exclusive specialties of Mostro Lounge!

Again, since your personality was incredibly alike to the Leech twins and for being friends for the longest time people could easily mistake it and think that you are actually related to the twins instead of Azul, and even when he doesn't personally take time out of his day to tell everyone that you are his little sibling (not that he deny it if someone ask) it still is something that bothers him a bit, of course, it doesn't help at all the fact that the three of you will end up joking around and teasing him for it

Idia Shroud

Idia didn't knew why he was even your brother, you have always being a SSR troublemaker and Ortho has always had fun following you and playing around to whatever you were up to, honestly he would have felt more complexed by your sibling bond if it wasn't because you two always were spending time with him, even if it meant just staying in his room non of you had troubles with it! Always up to play some videogames and even having a friendly rivality over it

The three of you were really close to each other and made the fact that as the Watchman of the island you would not be able to leave and more likely to end up working at STYX more bearable, specially for Idia, still the plenty videogames with stories of heroes living a lot of adventures still was something that got stuck in your mind, it was Ortho who said how amazing would be to be like those heroes and the more all of you thought about it the more fascinating the idea become

You three decided to live all the adventures you wanted! You were sure that together you would be able to achive it! But then it happened, some phantoms were accidently released, it happened so quick, in one moment Idia was trying to solve the problem and in the other Ortho was already been attacked by the phantom, and he just couldn't do something else but watch as you recklessly run towards the scene, trying to save your brother just to end up getting injured in the process, all of you were still kids after all

You didn't blamed Idia for all that happened, it was an accident after all, but he didn't, he blamed himself for what happened, he felt so bad with himself that even decided to build a body for Ortho in an attempt to redeem himself, to ask for forgiveness to you and him. For the next two years he locked himself in his room, working day and night to be able to build the android, not being able to face anyone until it was done, specially you

Even if you made attempts to get to talk to him, constantly at his door and trying to talk to him he never answer, it even took him too much time to gain the strenght to speak to you, and he just said that he was too busy. Still, you never lost your determination nor your smile, you decided that you would live all those adventures all of you wanted in the name of both of your brothers!

But you never left the Island of Woe, instead you learned all you could and even worked side by side with your mother to help improve the security system as well as improve anything you could, taking time to build your own interesting projects, soon it became too common to have you driving all around the island in blastcycle or even chariots at high speeds

By the moment Idia finally went out of his room with Ortho at his side everyone was concern, everyone thought it wasn't a good thing what he have done, everyone but you, you won't judge your brother's way to deal with what happened and you had Ortho back! So for you was a win win. Still, Idia has troubles facing you, too scared that you may still be mad at him, so he was so surprised the moment you expresses being happy to see him again, it took some time to get comfortable around each other again (mainly for him) but soon the three of you were together again! You were sharing stories about all you have done and achived while he was busy with Ortho and from the start you accepted the android as your bother, so at the end it was thanks to you that all could be a family again!

But no matter how much time it pass Idia still seems unable to understand how he ended up having a sibling that is such a troublemaker and yet, the fact that you never stop being yourself and how you were always there for him was oldy comforting, it make him feel like when all of you were kids, like nothing could stop you if you were together

Because of your potential it was not doubt that you would be accepted in Night Raven Collage, but since he had to go first for the age diference he was nervous to go, even if he was allowed to bring Ortho with him you would be left alone and he was too nervous to do that (to leave you alone AND to be without you), but while he was away he always stayed in contact with you and he always told you stories about the school (altought, most of the time was to complain about the troublemakers that were in school)

When you finally were enrolled in the school he was incredibly relieved and happy, still he tried to don't monopolize your time, after all you were an extrovert and you would probably fit too well in this school, he doesn't have te strenght to ask you to spend time with him when you made friends and are busy with your club activities so he end up just leaving the indirect invitation (and is Ortho who end up telling you how much both actually misses you)

Malleus Draconia

No matter how it happened or how long it took for you to finally came to Malleus' life, the important was that your presence had a huge influence in his life, from one side he was not as lonely as before and for the other being an older brother suddently gave him the urge to protect you, after all even if there was people taking care of you both no one was close enough to be considerate as family (at least not at first, only Lilia but he was constantly busy), so he decided to take his role as older brother seriously

Despite the fact that he was the older brother both were constantly taking care of each other along with learning from the other, Malleus was afraid that you may be scared of his power too, he can handle scaring others but he wouldn't be able of he scare his own little sibling, luckily for him you never feared him! Even if he could be intimidating and dangerous for you he was just your cool older brother, what if he is too powerful? He just needs to embrace his power and learn how to handle it! You two can do it together, after all you are siblings!

You two ended up taking all the lessons together and learned about everything together, there was various guardians due the respect for you two being part of the royal family but almost everyone was scared of the power you two hold he ended up growing more attached to you since you were the only one treating him out of his title, for you he was just your older brother!

But, then again, he took really serious his role as the older brother (also thanks to the fact that Lilia encourage him to do so) he grow to try to be more responsible over his power so he could help you learn to control yours

The diference from your personalities was incredibly obvious, you two were complete opposites but because of that you two complement each other so well, Malleus was the one able to keep you in track and make you calm down when you were being a bit too much (or when you needed to be more responsible and not just do whatever you wanted), and since you were incredibly outgoing and cheerful you helped Malleus not insolate so much, you were constantly dragging him to play with you and hang out with others, even when others were initially scared of you two your natural outgoing personality made others grow comfortable enough to don't try to find an excuse to leave right away

Even if Malleus grew not feeling so lonely since he always had you around to cheerish him up and brighten his days he still sometimes felt bad for not being able to connect with others like you do, you were completely diferent from him and sometimes he felt like he was dragging you down with him whenever he saw you interacting with others so freely and happy, when you made friends and spent time with others or just by yourself doing whatever you wanted, but at the end of the day you two are still siblings, you always return to him with a smile because, despite everything, you still love him deeply

There were a lot of times where you two visited Lilia to his house and of course he recived both with open arms, always amused to heard from you the stories of whatever you dragged your brother to do with you and how amazing brother he is, while also taking the time to teach you whatever he could, and once Silver came to his life he was happy to have all of you growing together (altought, he made sure to remind you how fragile humans can be in comparation with faes)

Lilia encourage both to attend Night Raven Collage once the acceptance letter came, it would be a good oportunity and, at the end, Malleus accepted because the only thought made you happy. There is high chances that you would end up attending at the same school year, after all for faes times and age is diferent, but if it happens that you end up assisting a year later or even in a diferent dorm than him Malleus would be visibly down because of it, you two have never been separate for too long and even if he is surrounded by people he cares for he still feels your ausence, but as much as it make him sulk he will be a good big brother and won't say anything nor stop you from enjoying your school life

Also, there is the small chance that if you don't say it from the start people won't really think that you two are related by the inmense diference of your personalities, wich end up being kinda funny (and Lilia may even indulge it a little because of how funny it is), Malleus doesn't find it too funny but at least he knows you don't mean any harm by it

[twistedpink]

yandere king azul x jester, gender neutral reader who plans to overthrow them by trying to get close to him. despite azul trying to brush them, he hesitatingly opens up since he’s very lonely deep inside from all the people trying to kill him and not many people from his area wanting to befriend out of fear of his social status. unknowingly for reader the more time they spent with him, the more he becomes obsessed and imagine how devastated he would be when he founds out about reader plan on trying to take the throne.

VERY VERY GILDED CAGE TO ME. @bju3c0re

10/10 would kiss you hard with a poison cocktail in his mouth; the antidote’s at the ready, he just needs to watch you squirm. At the prospect of finishing your mission or tonguing your favourite tyrant nobody knows- but that’s the appeal <3 He’s so EXTRA too,, Dressing you up in the finest (translucent 🥀) silks, parading you around for his court by day and accusing you of “Adultery” (You’re NOT married) and/or “Not loving him” (Who tf is this guy and why is he in your house??) by night before settling down with you in a bruising hold- all these luxuries and acolytes are nothing in comparison to his songbird <3

[maopll]

"Wait...you've been kissing the same spot!"

"You know very well why I am doing this dear"

It just started with a small information which you learned from some of your friends. They were bragging about how the moles and birthmarks in your body represent the places your past lover kissed you.

A harmless one right? you told it to your boyfriend and let's say he was feeling quite a mix of emotions then.

"I would like to see the places where you have those, you don't mind it, do you, my dear ?" Although his tone was gentle, his eyes were speaking a different tale. The emphasis on the word 'my dear' sent chills down your spine.

Not even a minute had passed from you showing him the moles and marks around your body, that he tackles them with ferverent yet soft kisses. As if he was trying to replace your past lovers trace with only his ...

"It is good to see that you had a past lover who clearly loved you a lot..." he looked at you through half lidded eyes

with a particularly rough kiss on the birthmark on your chest , he whispered

"But I'd rather you don't mention them again"

— wriothesley, NEUVILLETTE, ZHONGLI, diluc, CHILDE, AYATO, kaeya, alhaitham, VIL, MALLEUS, leona, AZUL, dan heng, BLADE, JING YUAN, luocha, dr ratio, sampo, diavolo, MAMMON, lucifer, satan, BEELZEBUB

tagging : @fictoculus @poison-demon @mitsvriii @pianopuppygirl @sleepy-waffle @falors @imhere2dosomething @moondrop-gummies @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf

© 2024 maopll. do not copy, repost or modify my work in any form

[solxamber]

You Try to Sleep on the Couch after an Argument with: Housewardens

Other Parts: Vice-Housewardens; First Years ; Cater, Floyd, Silver, Rollo

Riddle Rosehearts

The house was quiet, save for the occasional creak of wood and the rustle of fabric as you flopped onto the couch with all the grace of a cat forcibly denied its favorite sunny spot.

The argument still hung in the air, an unspoken tension that neither you nor Riddle were willing to breach—at least not yet. He wasn’t wrong, not entirely, but he wasn’t right either. The impasse was as thick as the silence between you.

Determined to make a statement, you yanked the blanket off the couch arm and cocooned yourself in it, defiantly turning your back to the door. No way were you crawling back to bed tonight. Your pride wouldn’t let you. Let him stew in his perfectly fluffed, oversized bed.

Meanwhile, in his room, Riddle’s impeccable composure was fraying at the edges. He lay stiff as a board under his duvet, staring at the ceiling like it held the answers to all his mistakes. His pillows seemed unusually hard, the blankets too suffocating, and no matter how he adjusted, something felt... wrong.

It didn’t take him long to figure out the culprit: you weren’t there.

He groaned softly into the darkness. Guilt clawed at his insides, sharp and relentless, each tick of the clock making it harder to bear. He’d handled things poorly—he could admit that, now that the heat of the argument had ebbed. And worse, he couldn’t bear the thought of you being upset, out there on the couch, all because of his stubbornness.

With a heavy sigh and an even heavier heart, he threw off his blanket and shuffled into the living room. His breath caught when he saw you.

There you were, fast asleep, your cheek smushed against the arm of the couch, one arm dangling off the side. The sight was far too adorable for the emotional train wreck he’d become. His guilt doubled.

Riddle knelt by the couch quietly, determined not to wake you. But as he crouched there, the exhaustion hit him—of the argument, the guilt, the restless tossing and turning. Maybe just sitting here would suffice. He wouldn’t disturb you.

A few minutes turned into an hour. Before he knew it, he’d slumped sideways against the couch, head lolling onto his arms, fast asleep in what had to be the most uncomfortable position imaginable.

When you stirred awake, the morning light was peeking through the curtains. Groggily, you rubbed your eyes, the previous night’s anger feeling like a distant shadow. That was when you noticed him—his normally pristine figure curled up on the floor, head resting uncomfortably close to your dangling hand.

Your chest ached at the sight. The idiot. The sweet, guilty idiot.

You reached out, brushing your fingers lightly against his hair. “Riddle,” you whispered. “Hey… wake up.”

He stirred, blinking up at you with sleep-clouded eyes, disoriented but instantly softening when he saw your face. Without a word, he shifted closer, arms wrapping around your middle as he buried his face against your stomach.

“Don’t go,” he mumbles, voice thick and quiet.

You freeze but quickly recover, leaning into his embrace. “I wasn’t going anywhere.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, voice muffled by your blanket. “I didn’t mean for it to get so out of hand.”

Your throat tightened, and you found yourself carding your fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry too,” you whispered. “Let’s not fight like that again.”

For a moment, the two of you just stayed like that, wrapped up in quiet forgiveness. When he finally looked up at you, there was a hesitant, hopeful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Will you come back to bed now?” he asked softly.

“Only if you promise to use it too. No more couch-floor accommodations,” you teased, pinching his cheek lightly.

“Deal,” he murmured, and together, you made your way back—closer than before, warmth filling the space where anger once was.

Leona Kingscholar

The argument had been sharp, biting, and the kind of fight where you both refused to back down. Storming out of the bedroom felt dramatic enough to match the vibe, so you grabbed a blanket, stomped to the living room, and threw yourself onto the couch with the weight of your indignation. “Fine,” you muttered into the cushions. “Let him have the stupid bed. I don’t care.”

And at the time, you didn't. You were replaying his snarky remarks and cursing his stubborn attitude. But the couch was lumpy, the blanket too short, and sleep came grudgingly after what felt like hours of stewing.

When you finally woke, disoriented and achy, something felt...off. For starters, you weren’t on the couch anymore. You were in the bed, wrapped snugly in the comforter that still carried Leona’s scent.

Blinking against the sunlight, you sat up, confusion clouding your thoughts. At the foot of the bed was the blanket you’d dragged out last night, now neatly folded like some taunting symbol of Leona’s existence.

And Leona himself? Missing.

You slid out of bed and wandered to the living room, where the answer to your mystery lay sprawled across the couch. The sight of him, however, made your irritation waver.

Leona was far too large for the couch. His long legs hung over the edge at weird angles, and one arm was slung over his face to block the light filtering through the curtains. He looked wildly uncomfortable, but his usual arrogance softened in sleep, his face peaceful and unguarded.

It didn’t take a genius to piece it together. He must have carried you to bed sometime in the night, only to exile himself to the lumpy couch. The guy could be maddeningly stubborn, but this... this unexpected gesture had you torn between wanting to yell at him or simply kissing him awake.

Ultimately, you decided to settle for the middle ground.

Crouching next to the couch, you reached out and brushed the stray strands of hair from his face. Before you could withdraw, one eye cracked open, and a lazy grin spread across his lips.

“Caught ya,” he drawled, voice rough from sleep.

You raised an eyebrow. “You moved me to the bed, didn’t you?”

He huffed, clearly uninterested in owning up to the sentimentality of it. “Couldn’t leave you out there whining in your sleep.”

“I wasn’t whining!” you protested, even though your cheeks were burning.

“Sure you weren’t,” he replied smoothly, grabbing your wrist before you could retreat. With a sharp tug, he pulled you down, practically pinning you against him. “Don’t see the big deal. You’re mine, aren’t ya? ‘Course I’m gonna take care of you.”

The casual way he said it didn’t make it any less sincere.

You sighed, melting into his warmth despite yourself. “I hate how sweet you can be when I’m trying to stay mad at you.”

His smirk widened, and he tucked you closer, burying his face in your hair. “Didn’t mean to piss you off,” he murmured against your temple. “But you’re not leaving this couch till we make up. Deal?”

You rolled your eyes, but your voice softened. “Deal.”

As the tension melted away and his arms tightened around you, the couch didn’t seem quite so lumpy anymore. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad place to be.

Azul Ashengrotto

The argument had been tense, the kind where you both said things you probably shouldn’t have. Frustrated and too stubborn to stay in the same space as Azul, you grabbed a pillow and marched out to the couch. He’d barely tried to stop you, his pride seemingly keeping him rooted in the bedroom.

But pride was a fickle thing, and now you were left trying to fall asleep on the stiff cushions. Every creak of the floorboards made you feel a little guilty, knowing exactly who it was.

You didn’t even need to look; you could feel Azul’s presence lingering in the doorway, his usual composure clearly absent. The sound of shuffling footsteps returned to the bedroom, and you thought maybe he’d finally leave you alone—only to hear those same footsteps inch closer again a minute later.

"Azul, I know you're there," you muttered, cracking an eye open and turning toward the doorway. Sure enough, there he was, peeking out. His glasses caught the faint glow of the hallway light, and he immediately froze like he’d been caught stealing treasure.

“I-I wasn’t...” he started, before trailing off, clearly scrambling for an excuse.

You sighed and sat up, your frustration ebbing in the face of how uncharacteristically sheepish he looked. This was Azul Ashengrotto, the calculating businessman who could sell ice to Yetis—and yet he couldn’t even apologize without peering at you like a child who’d been scolded.

“If you’re just going to lurk there all night, we’re both going to lose sleep,” you said, finally beckoning him over with a wave.

Azul hesitated for a fraction of a second before his composure cracked, and he shuffled toward the couch. “I didn’t mean for things to escalate...” he started, sitting next to you, his head ducked low, voice soft.

You smirked despite yourself. “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed, you know that?”

He bristled, his dignity rallying as he cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses. “I am not—”

“You’re very cute,” you interrupted, and the smallest flicker of a pout crossed his lips.

Azul looked away, a hint of color dusting his pale cheeks. “You’re the worst.”

“And you still love me,” you countered, pulling him down beside you. “Truce?”

He glanced at you, the beginnings of a smile tugging at his lips. “Truce.”

Apologies came in murmured exchanges after that, both of you acknowledging where you’d gone wrong. You knew you’d both let pride get in the way—typical for two people as headstrong as yourselves.

Eventually, Azul’s head rested on your shoulder, his warm weight grounding you. You leaned back against the couch, and despite its discomfort, it felt perfect with him there.

“You know,” you whispered, running a hand gently through his hair, “for a guy who’s made half of Twisted Wonderland sign contracts, you really can’t stand your ground for the life of you.”

Azul huffed, turning his face into your shoulder to hide. “Do you want me to apologize again?”

You chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Nope. I think I’ll just enjoy this.”

And with that, the two of you finally let the tension of the argument melt away, falling asleep together on the couch in an imperfect, perfectly “you and Azul” sort of peace.

Kalim Al-Asim

The argument had been uncharacteristically heated—rare for someone as sunny and easygoing as Kalim—but even he had limits, and so did you. When your stubborn streak flared, it ended with you grabbing a blanket and storming off to the couch.

“No, Kalim, I’m fine. You sleep in the bed, I’ll sleep here,” you snapped, cutting off his attempts to follow you. His face fell, but for once, he didn’t argue, retreating to the bedroom with a defeated slump of his shoulders.

You burrowed into the couch cushions, determined to stay mad, but as sleep started to claim you, the anger dulled into annoyance. It didn’t matter. He started it, you thought stubbornly, clutching the blanket tighter.

A soft rustle of fabric woke you, tugging you from the edges of sleep. Blinking groggily, you turned your head to see Kalim crouched beside the couch, carefully tucking another blanket over you. He had his tongue poking out slightly in concentration, his touch so gentle that it was clear he didn’t want to wake you.

“What are you doing?” you mumbled, voice hoarse with sleep.

Kalim flinched, looking at you like a startled puppy caught raiding the kitchen. “Oh, I—uh—I just thought you might be cold, so I…”

He trailed off, clearly expecting you to brush him off again. Instead, you sighed, your irritation melting as you realized just how ridiculous he looked, trying to coddle you even while you were angry at him.

“Come here,” you said, sitting up and pulling the blanket back a bit.

“What? No, I don’t want to—”

“Kalim.”

His protest crumbled immediately, and he slid onto the couch beside you, tucking his legs up awkwardly. You wrapped the blanket over both of you, and after a moment of stunned hesitation, Kalim relaxed into the embrace, resting his head against your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his voice small and earnest. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

You sighed, tilting your head to rest on his. “I’m sorry too. I overreacted.”

He perked up slightly at that, his usual cheer trying to peek through. “So… does this mean you won’t sleep out here alone again?”

“You’re lucky I’m even letting you under this blanket, Asim,” you teased, though your smile softened the words.

Kalim beamed, his arms wrapping snugly around your middle. “I knew you couldn’t stay mad at me forever!”

You rolled your eyes fondly, leaning back into the cushions. The couch wasn’t exactly built for two people, but the warmth of his presence made it easy to ignore. Slowly, you both drifted to sleep, Kalim murmuring sweet nothings even as his breaths evened out.

Maybe next time, you thought sleepily, you’d just let him win.

“You can have your perfectly fluffed pillows and skincare routine in peace,” you muttered, tucking yourself in with a spiteful sense of triumph.

Vil Schoenheit

The argument left both of you simmering in silence, which for Vil was a rarity. Instead of his usual icy composure, he seemed genuinely rattled. You, however, weren’t in the mood to care. Grabbing a blanket with theatrical flair, you stomped to the couch.

Once comfortably cocooned, you scrolled on your phone, trying to drown out the lingering annoyance. That’s when you heard it—sharp, purposeful footsteps marching toward you.

Before you could react, Vil appeared like a vengeful storm god, looking every bit as flawless as a deity would while furious. With a huff that could make kingdoms tremble, he reached for your arm and began dragging you back to the bedroom.

“Vil, what are you—let me go! I’m fine out here!” you protested, but his grip was firm, his annoyance palpable.

Once you were unceremoniously deposited by the bed, he turned to you, pointing at your neatly made side. “You are sleeping there,” he declared.

You folded your arms. “I’m sleeping on the couch. Deal with it.”

He tilted his head, his expression a dangerous blend of frustration and disbelief. “Absolutely not. You’ve ruined my entire evening, and now you expect me to suffer further by sleeping alone?”

“Ruined? Seriously?” you shot back.

“Yes! I require my beauty sleep, and I can’t possibly get it knowing you’re out there, sulking on a couch. It’s impossible to relax without you next to me—so you, are going to have to take responsibility!”

The sheer audacity of his statement left you blinking. It was so dramatic and entirely Vil that you couldn’t help it—you laughed. Not a little chuckle, but a full-bodied, slightly wheezing laugh that made you clutch your sides.

Vil crossed his arms, arching an offended brow. “I fail to see what’s funny.”

“You,” you said between giggles. “This whole ‘it’s your fault I can’t sleep because I love you’ nonsense. You’re ridiculous.”

He didn’t deny it. Instead, he sighed, and once your laughter subsided, he gestured to the bed again, this time more softly. “Please. Don’t make me sleep without you.”

You relented, sliding under the blankets. As you settled in, Vil switched off the lights, the room going still.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly after a moment. His tone was sincere, lacking the sharp edges from earlier.

You shifted closer to him, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him gently against you. “I’m sorry too.”

Vil let out a contented hum, nestling into your hold. With your body heat mingling and the earlier tension dissipating, it didn’t take long for both of you to fall asleep—together, as it should be.

Sleep came in patches, your mind replaying the fight in a loop. At some point, the dull ache in your bladder forced you to stumble toward the bathroom. On your way back, you froze, hearing quiet, panicked murmurs drifting from Idia’s room.

Idia Shroud

The argument had been rough—sharp words, bitter edges, the kind of fight that left your chest heavy. It didn’t matter how much Idia stammered his way through an apology or tried to explain his side; you weren’t ready to hear it yet. So, in an act of frustrated finality, you grabbed a blanket and retreated to the couch, refusing to spare him another glance.

“Ortho, what do I do? I think I really messed up this time,” his voice wavered, thick with worry. “They probably hate me now. Like, actual hate—no respawn, no restart. I mean, who else would put up with me? I’ve completely blown it.”

You sighed, anger ebbing as guilt trickled in. You hadn’t meant to push him that far, and his usual self-deprecating spiral sounded more frayed than usual.

Pushing the door open, you caught the tail end of Ortho’s voice. “Big Brother, you should—oh!” His robotic eyes darted to you, scanning the scene. A moment later, he gave a tiny thumbs-up and practically zoomed out of the room, leaving you and Idia alone.

Idia froze when he noticed you. His shoulders hunched as if he could shrink his already wiry frame. “I-I didn’t mean for you to hear that. Sorry for being pathetic. Again.”

Rolling your eyes fondly, you stepped forward and opened your arms. “Come here, you dramatic dork.”

His eyes widened, hesitation etched into every inch of his posture. When you didn’t move or drop your arms, he finally shuffled over, nervously slipping into your embrace. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him securely, and his entire body seemed to deflate as tension drained out of him.

“I thought you weren’t coming back,” he admitted, voice muffled against your shoulder.

You huffed softly, rubbing his back. “Idia, I wasn’t leaving. Just... needed space to cool off. And honestly, hearing you lose your mind over it made it hard to stay mad.”

“Cool. Cool, cool, cool,” he mumbled, the words tumbling in an embarrassed rush. “Um, does this mean...?”

“It means I still love you,” you interrupted gently.

His grip on you tightened for a moment before he pulled back, pink dusting his cheeks and his hair glowing pink at the ends. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice so soft you almost missed it.

“I’m sorry too,” you replied, kissing his cheek and earning a startled squeak.

Together, you made your way back to bed. As you settled under the blankets, his fingers tangled hesitantly with yours. The argument seemed miles away now, replaced by the steady warmth of simply being with him.

“I’ll try to be better,” he murmured into the quiet.

“You’re already enough, Idia,” you replied, squeezing his hand.

And as you drifted off to sleep, you felt his thumb rubbing gentle circles against your knuckles, grounding both of you in the quiet comfort of reconciliation.

Malleus stood frozen for a moment, processing your declaration, and you could feel his pout even with your back turned. "You do not need to sleep on the couch," he finally said.

Malleus Draconia

The argument left both of you tense, and you were too mad to deal with Malleus' brooding silence. Grabbing a blanket, you stormed off toward the couch, refusing to even glance at him. "I'm sleeping on the couch," you announced. "Goodnight."

"I'm not changing my mind," you shot back, tossing the blanket onto the couch for emphasis.

There was a brief, sulking pause. Then, he went quiet—suspiciously quiet. You peeked over your shoulder just in time to catch him crossing his arms with a look of smug triumph spreading across his face.

“Malleus—”

Before you could finish the thought, a flash of green lightning struck the couch, reducing it to a pile of ash with alarming precision. You stood there, jaw dropping as the faint smell of charred upholstery wafted in the air.

"Well," Malleus said, ever so matter-of-factly, "it seems the couch is… out of commission. A most unfortunate turn of events."

You turned to him, dumbfounded. "Did you seriously just smite your own couch?"

He looked at you expectantly, his lips pressed into an overly calm smile. "The bed is still available," he offered, gesturing toward the bedroom as though that solved everything.

Your anger reignited—if that was even possible after witnessing such sheer audacity. Without a word, you dropped your blanket onto the floor, flopping down dramatically as if making it your personal mission to out-stubborn a dragon fae.

He stared at you in bewilderment, clearly expecting a different outcome. For a long moment, he didn’t move, as though trying to process your act of defiance. Then, with an audible sigh, he finally caved.

“Alright,” he said softly, crouching to your level. His eyes held a rare vulnerability. “I… overreacted. I apologize for upsetting you.”

You bit back a smirk, pretending to be unimpressed even as you felt your resolve softening. "I wasn’t thrilled about it, yeah."

Malleus tilted his head, something of a pout returning to his expression. “Will you come back to bed, then? The floor hardly befits someone so precious to me.”

“Only if you promise not to zap anything else," you teased, finally relenting as you reached out to take his offered hand.

He helped you up gently, his grip firm but careful, as though he feared breaking you. “I cannot promise to never act rashly in defense of my love,” he murmured, leading you back to the room.

Settling into the bed together, you couldn’t resist poking at him one last time. “You really destroyed your own couch just to keep me near you, huh? You know they make couple’s therapy for this, right?”

He chuckled softly, pulling you close. “I would smite an entire castle if it meant you stayed by my side.”

“Noted,” you said, rolling your eyes, though you couldn’t hide the warmth in your chest. As you both drifted off, tangled in the sheets, you couldn’t help but think how absurdly lucky you were to be loved by someone so dramatic—and so utterly devoted.

Masterlist

[strawberry-bubblef]

Twst those you got overblot what should the reaction be if they hurt y/n pretty badly

Like example ( malleus but then to sleep for a very long time not wanted them to leave or like that Leon accidentally made so they lost an arm in his overblot?)

Ob student unintentionally hurting their s/o

Part 2 :OB students having nightmares of themselves after hurting their s/o

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle had always believed in control. He lived by rules, by discipline, by order. But during his overblot, there had been nothing but rage,wild, unrestrained, and merciless.

And you had been caught in it.

The moment he woke up, his breath was uneven, his chest tight. The weight of his own magic’s backlash was suffocating, but none of it compared to the way his heart stopped when he turned his head.

And saw you.

Your body lay still, surrounded by students tending to you, but his eyes could only focus on one thing.

Your arm.

Or rather, the empty space where your arm should have been.

His stomach twisted violently, nausea clawing up his throat.

No.

No, no, no.

This couldn’t be real. This had to be some kind of nightmare, a cruel illusion brought on by his exhaustion.

But the blood staining the ground was real. The pain in your eyes was real. And the devastating loss was very, very real.

Something inside Riddle shattered.

Tears welled up instantly, spilling down his face before he could even think to stop them. His breaths came in short, broken gasps as he scrambled forward on shaky limbs, his hands reaching out before stopping abruptly.

He had no right to touch you.

His magic,his own hands,had done this to you.

"Y/N—" His voice cracked, his throat tightening as the words became stuck. "I—I didn’t—"

Your eyes fluttered open at his voice, and even in agony, you managed to give him a tired smile. "Riddle…"

But that only made it worse.

You should be furious. You should hate him. You should scream at him, tell him to stay away, curse him for what he had taken from you.

Instead, you still looked at him like he was the same Riddle you had always known.

The same Riddle who had just ruined your future in a fit of unhinged wrath.

A raw, gut-wrenching sob tore from his throat as he collapsed beside you, his body trembling violently. His tears fell freely now, staining his uniform as he gripped his head, gasping between hiccupped cries.

"I’m sorry,I’m so sorry," he choked out. "I—how could I—? You—your arm—I—!"

The words wouldn't form. Nothing could possibly express the horror, the unbearable weight of what he had done.

"I didn’t mean to—I never wanted—!" He sobbed like a child, gasping for air, voice breaking over and over. "Please—please forgive me—!"

He was spiraling. He knew he was spiraling, but there was no stopping it. His magic had never failed him before, but now, it had cost you something irreplaceable.

And all he could do was weep.

Even after you were taken away for treatment, Riddle remained on the ground, curled in on himself as the tears continued to fall, his body wracked with uncontrollable grief.

For days, he could barely function. He would bring you everything you needed, yet he never had the courage to truly face you. He couldn’t look at the place where your arm had once been without feeling like the air was being sucked out of his lungs.

Even as you reassured him, even as you smiled and told him that you would find a way to move forward, Riddle couldn’t forgive himself.

And he never would.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona had never been one to sugarcoat things. Life was unfair, people were weak, and the strong took what they wanted. That was how the world worked.

But nothing had prepared him for this.

He could still remember the sheer force of his magic, the way the sandstorm had swallowed everything, the deafening roar of destruction.

And you

You had been caught in it.

He hadn’t seen it happen. He didn’t remember the exact moment when his magic had reached you. But the scent of blood in the air was unmistakable.

And the moment he opened his eyes, his world stopped.

You were on the ground, injured, battered and missing an arm.

Your dominant arm, the one you always used to pull him along when he was too lazy to move, the one that had rested so casually on his shoulder as you teased him, the one that had traced gentle patterns into his skin during quiet moments together.

Gone.

His heartbeat thundered in his ears, drowning out everything else.

His fingers dug into his palms, his teeth clenched so hard his jaw ached. His body trembled not from exhaustion, not from magic drain, but from the sheer force of the emotions crashing down on him like a tidal wave.

This couldn’t be real.

There was no way.

But the scent of blood told him otherwise.

And then, you opened your eyes.

“…Leona?”

Your voice was weak, but still there, still reaching for him like you always did.

His breath hitched. His hands clenched tighter, his nails drawing blood from his own skin.

You should be yelling at him. You should be cursing him, demanding to know why he let this happen, why he wasn’t strong enough to protect you from himself.

But instead, you were looking at him with tired eyes, like you were more worried about him than yourself.

That broke something inside him.

His knees hit the ground beside you, his tail low, ears flattened. His hands hovered over you, but he didn’t dare touch. He didn’t deserve to.

“…Dammit,” he muttered, voice hoarse. He exhaled sharply through his nose, trying,failing to keep his emotions in check.

He had never cared about rules or expectations. But this? This was something that should never have happened.

He had hurt you.

He had taken something from you.

And there was no way to fix it.

“Stupid…” His voice wavered. His throat felt tight, dry. He squeezed his eyes shut, inhaling shakily. “Why’d you get in the way, huh? What were you thinkin’?”

You let out a tired chuckle. “Didn’t really… have time to think.”

His ears twitched at your response, but there was no amusement in his expression. His hands curled into fists. His chest ached in a way he couldn’t describe.

He had always been a realist. The world was cruel, life was unfair.

But for the first time, he wanted to deny reality.

To pretend that none of this had happened.

To believe that when he woke up tomorrow, you’d still have both arms, that this was all just some horrible nightmare.

But it wasn’t.

And he knew that no matter what he did from this point forward, he would never,never,be able to undo this mistake.

Even after you were taken for treatment, he didn’t leave your side. He didn’t sleep, barely ate. He just sat there, staring at your unconscious form, ears low, tail still, expression unreadable.He did even participated to to the spelldrive tournament.

But deep down, he knew.

No matter how much time passed, no matter how much you forgave him.

Leona Kingscholar would never forgive himself.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul had spent years perfecting his image,charming, intelligent, always in control. No one could touch him, no one could hurt him, and most importantly, no one could ever see him as weak again.

But now?

Now, he was staring at you, his beloved, as you lay unconscious in the infirmary.

And he had never felt weaker in his entire life.

His hands trembled, gripping his arms so tightly his nails nearly broke skin. His breath came in uneven gasps, his chest rising and falling far too quickly, like he was on the verge of drowning all over again.

Because you were hurt.

Because of him.

He had lost control during his overblot. The memories of it were a blur of suffocating ink, the crushing weight of his own insecurities manifesting in monstrous form. He had wanted power,more power, enough to make sure no one could ever trample him underfoot again.

And in that desperate grasp for control, he had lost the most precious thing in his life.

Your leg was gone.

You had saved him. He didn’t know how,didn’t know when you had gotten close enough to reach him, to try and pull him back from the brink.

But his ink had swallowed you whole.

And when the storm cleared, when his world came crashing back into sharp, unbearable clarity, he had seen you unconscious and bleeding.

Less than whole.

A choked, bitter laugh bubbled up in his throat, but it never made it past his lips.

This was what he had always feared, wasn’t it? Losing control, being seen as the monster he truly was.

And now you knew.

Now, there was no illusion left to protect him.

He reached for you hesitantly, his fingers barely brushing against your arm before he pulled back. He had no right to touch you.

“…You should hate me.” His voice cracked, barely a whisper.

He expected you to wake up and recoil from him. To push him away, to yell, to curse him for what he had taken from you.

And you would be right to do so.

But when your eyelids fluttered open, the first thing you did

Was smile at him.

“…Hey, Azul.” Your voice was hoarse, weak. “You look terrible.”

His breath hitched.

You should be screaming at him, demanding to know why, demanding answers he couldn’t give.

Instead, you were worried about him.

His hands clenched into fists, nails digging into his palm as his head bowed.

“…You’re a fool.” His voice wavered. “An absolute fool. Why did you—”

You lifted a trembling hand and placed it over his.

Azul flinched, his entire body tensing. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve your warmth, your touch, your kindness.

But you still gave it to him anyway.

“Because you needed someone,” you murmured, your fingers weak against his. “And I… I needed you too.”

He bit his lip hard, swallowing down the overwhelming emotions threatening to spill over.

He wanted to say he was sorry, but words would never be enough.

He wanted to promise he’d fix this, but no matter how powerful he was, no contract in the world could return what was lost.

So instead, all he could do was hold your hand, press his forehead against it, and try not to let the tears slip past his lashes.

And when you squeezed his fingers ever so gently, offering him comfort when it should be the other way around.

He broke.

Jamil Viper

Jamil had spent his entire life perfecting the art of control.

Control over his emotions. Control over his actions. Control over every single aspect of himself so that no one,not Kalim, not his family, not the world could ever dictate his fate.

But now?

Now, he was staring at the consequence of his failure.

And it was unbearable.

You lay on the infirmary bed, unconscious, your breathing shallow. Bandages wrapped tightly around your leg, but no amount of magic could change the fact that below the knee—

There was nothing left.

His grip tightened around the chair he sat on, fingers trembling.

How had it come to this?

He knew exactly how.

The moment he had lost himself to his overblot, the moment years of frustration and anger had finally erupted into something monstrous,he had wanted power. No, he had craved it, needed it more than anything.

And in his desperate grasp for freedom, he had taken yours away.

He could still remember it. The image was burned into his mind like a cursed brand.

He hadn’t even realized what had happened until the rage left his body, until the darkness cleared, and he saw you lying there.

He thought he had known pain.

But nothing, nothing in his life had ever hurt like this.

Jamil clenched his jaw, forcing his hands to remain still as he sat beside you, watching your every breath, as if afraid you would disappear entirely if he looked away.

What could he even say to you when you woke up?

“Sorry” wasn’t enough.

Nothing would ever be enough.

A deep, suffocating silence filled the air, broken only by the faint rustling of the sheets as you stirred.

His breath caught.

Your eyelashes fluttered, your face scrunching slightly before your eyes slowly opened.

The moment your gaze met his, something in him nearly shattered.

“…Jamil?” Your voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.

He swallowed hard.

He should leave.

He should stand up and walk out of this room before you had the chance to say anything,before he saw the realization dawn in your eyes, before you understood exactly what he had done to you.

But he couldn’t move.

“…You should hate me.” The words felt heavy, choked, forced through gritted teeth.

You blinked at him, still groggy from exhaustion.

Then, your gaze shifted downward, toward your foot.Well towards your bandaged ankle, since you technically no longer had a left foot.

Jamil felt himself go rigid, every muscle in his body locking up as he watched the understanding dawn in your expression.

Your lips parted, your breathing uneven.

And then, you laughed.

It was small, weak, almost bitter, but it wasn’t the reaction he had expected.

“…You always did run me ragged,” you murmured, voice tinged with dry amusement.

Jamil stiffened. “Don’t joke about this.”

You turned your head to look at him fully, your expression soft despite the exhaustion weighing down your body. “Are you going to keep blaming yourself forever?”

His fists clenched in his lap.

“Yes.”

You sighed. “Then I guess I’ll just have to wait until you forgive yourself.”

His breath hitched.

How could you say that? How could you be so calm, so accepting, after what he had done?

He dropped his head into his hands, his body shaking.

“I don’t deserve that,” he muttered.

He felt a weak, warm touch brush against his wrist.

“…Then earn it,” you whispered.

Jamil inhaled sharply, eyes stinging, throat burning.

Earn it.

Even after everything, you still believed in him.

His fingers curled around your hand, gripping it tightly.

He didn’t deserve you.

But he would spend every day proving that he did.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil had always prided himself on his control. His grace. His ability to shape perfection with his own hands.

And yet

This was something he could never fix.

He sat frozen beside your hospital bed, the soft glow of the infirmary lights casting eerie shadows across your bandaged face.

The damage had been irreversible.

The overblot had been blinding,literally. In his descent into madness, in his obsession with beauty, in his desperate need to correct every single flaw,his magic had surged. The explosion had shattered mirrors, the shards cutting through everything in their path.

Including you.

When he had finally awakened from the nightmare, the first thing he saw was you, lying motionless on the debris of the stage of the SDC surrounded by some NRC students.Bblood streaking down your face.

And when you opened your eyes, they were..

Gone.

A horrible, cruel irony.

He, who had always been so fixated on appearances, had taken something irreplaceable from the person he loved most.

His hands trembled where they rested on his lap, clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms.

Vil Schoenheit did not cry.

He did not break.

But now, with you lying there,his hands tainted with something that could never be undone.

He felt as if he had shattered completely.

The sound of shifting sheets made him tense.

Slowly, hesitantly, your good eye fluttered open.

Vil held his breath.

“…Vil?”

It was soft, weak, but unmistakably you.

He exhaled shakily, willing himself to keep his composure.

“You’re awake.”

Your brows furrowed slightly, and for a brief moment, he could see the confusion in your face as you adjusted to the dim light.

Then, your expression changed.

Your fingers ghosted over the bandages on your face.

A pause.

“…I can’t see,” you murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

Vil’s chest tightened, the weight of his guilt pressing down so heavily he could barely breathe.

“I know.”

Silence.

You didn’t say anything, didn’t cry, didn’t scream like he had expected. Instead, you simply let out a breath,a tired, resigned thing and turned your head slightly toward him.

“Are you okay?”

His lips parted, eyes widening in stunned disbelief.

“…Am I—” His voice caught in his throat, emotions threatening to spill over. “You’re the one lying in a hospital bed, unable to see, and you’re asking me if I’m okay?”

You gave a small, weary smile. “Yeah.”

Something in him cracked.

For the first time in years, Vil let himself break.

His hands reached for yours, gripping them tightly, as if trying to ground himself,to prove to himself that you were still here. That despite everything, you hadn’t disappeared from his life completely.

“…I am not okay.” His voice was hoarse, raw, filled with something too deep to name. “I will never be okay.”

Not after this.

Not after knowing that he was the one who did this to you.

You squeezed his hand, and his breath hitched.

“…Then we’ll work on it together,” you said softly.

Vil lowered his head, pressing his forehead against your fingers.

There were no words that could ever make this right.

But if you were willing to stay,if you were willing to give him even the smallest chance.

He would spend the rest of his life making sure you never regretted it.

Idia Shroud

Idia always thought of himself as a coward.

He avoided conflict. He hid behind screens and firewalls, behind the cold comfort of technology where nothing could touch him.

But in the end, he had still managed to hurt you.

No,he had ruined you.

The reality of it didn’t set in until he saw your hand.

Your dominant hand.

Four fingers,gone.

He stood in the medical ward of Styx, his stomach churning violently as he stared at the bandages wrapped tightly around what remained of your hand.

It was his fault.

His overblot had been a nightmare of control, desperation, and raw, unchecked power.And in the chaos,when you had reached out for him, trying to pull him back one of the .

One of his spells had unfortunately touched you

A single, merciless strike.

It had been fast. Too fast.

The worst part?

He hadn’t even realized it happened until after he woke up.

Until he saw the blood.

Idia wanted to run.

He wanted to log out of reality and bury himself in the deepest depths of cyberspace, where he wouldn’t have to face the fact that he,he had caused this.

But he didn’t.

Because this wasn’t a game.

He had no save points. No reset button. No way to undo what he had done.

So instead, he stood there, his hands shaking, his throat dry, and his heart threatening to beat out of his chest.

“…You don’t have to stay,” your voice was quiet, strained. It was the first thing you had said to him since you woke up. “If it’s too much.”

Idia flinched as if burned.

Too much?

Was this your way of letting him off the hook? Giving him an easy way out?

He felt sick.

How could you even think that he would leave you after this?

His feet moved before his mind could catch up, closing the distance between you in seconds. He dropped to his knees beside your bed, his blue hair shadowing his face as he reached out,hesitated then finally, gently, took your injured hand in his.

His fingers barely ghosted over the bandages, as if afraid he would hurt you even more.

“…I don’t want to go.” His voice cracked, barely above a whisper. “I can’t go.”

You stared at him, your expression unreadable.

For a long moment, there was silence.

Then, slowly, you turned your palm upward, allowing his trembling hands to hold yours completely.

“You’re shaking,” you murmured.

He let out a weak, breathy laugh, his throat tightening.

“Yeah,” he choked out. “I’m freaking terrified.”

Terrified that you’d hate him.

Terrified that you’d never forgive him.

Terrified that he had taken something from you that could never, ever be replaced.

“…It’s going to be okay, Idia.”

How could you say that?

How could you still be so calm? So steady?

Tears welled up in his yellow eyes, slipping down his pale cheeks as he gripped your hand tighter.

“I don’t deserve that,” he whispered brokenly.

You smiled faintly. “Too bad.”

Idia let out a soft, shaky laugh, his head lowering as he pressed his forehead to your hand.

No.

He didn’t deserve you.

But he would spend the rest of his life making sure you never regretted keeping him by your side.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus had never meant to hurt you.

His overblot had consumed him,his fear of being left alone, his desperation to keep you by his side. And in his moment of madness, his magic had surged beyond his control.

A sleeping curse.

A slumber so deep that no force in the world could break it, except time itself.

At first, he had raged against it, pouring through ancient texts, consulting the wisest fae and scholars. But the truth was cruel,this was his own magic, raw and instinctual, fueled by his deepest desires. There was no counterspell.

Only patience.

And so, Malleus waited.

Centuries passed.

But he never left you.

In a quiet, secluded castle untouched by time, he watched over you, speaking to you as if you would wake any moment. He never let dust settle upon your resting place, never let the warmth of his love fade.

And then, one day

Your fingers twitched.

It was so small, so fragile, but Malleus had been watching for so long that he noticed it immediately.

His breath hitched.

Then,your eyelashes fluttered.

And finally,

Your eyes opened.

The world was blurry, but the first thing you saw was him, hovering over you, golden eyes wide with something indescribable.

“…Malleus?” Your voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.

His hands trembled as he reached out, almost afraid to touch you, as if you would disappear like a dream.

“Beloved…” His voice broke. “You are awake.”

You blinked, disoriented, trying to understand why his expression was so pained, why he looked as if he had been crying for years.

And then it came back to you

The storm. The darkness. The raw magic that had swept you away.

Realization dawned, and Malleus flinched at the way your lips parted in shock.

“…How long?” You asked, already knowing the answer wouldn’t be kind.

Malleus closed his eyes, exhaling a breath as if it carried centuries of grief.

“Too long,” he whispered. “But I am here. I have always been here.”

Your heart ached not just for yourself, but for him. For the time he had lost, for the weight he had carried.

Slowly, you reached out, placing your hand over his. He stiffened at the warmth,real and present, not a memory or a wish.

“…Then let’s not waste another moment,” you murmured.

Malleus let out a shaky laugh, something between relief and disbelief, before pulling you into his embrace.

For the first time in centuries, his world felt whole again.

And this time, he would never let you go.

English is not my first language !

[b0kevi]

saying “let’s make out” every time they(house warden + jamil) do something hot

summary: whenever they do something attractive you blurt out ‘let’s make out’ to see what they’ll do

trope: established relationship, suggestive themes

info: making out obv, they/them pronouns, gender neutral reader, not proofread

character: riddle, leona, azul, kalim, jamil, vil, idia, malleus (epel, jade, floyd, lilia, ortho mentioned)

w/c: riddle: 465 leona: 456 azul: 499 kalim: 532 jamil: 424 vil: 435 idia: 527 malleus: 493

riddle

no.

red as his hair

will scream no until he caves

only in private

gentle make out sessions

riddle was currently scolding at his dorm mates for failing to listen and interrupting your guys time together in the garden.

you didn’t mind but the way riddle was so assertive and how he looked in his house warden uniform, you couldn’t help but stare.

once they left, he turned towards you to apologize but before he could say anything you said,

“we should make out.”

he’s so red you don’t know where his hairline starts.

“w-where did that come from?! w-we are in public! that’s against rule 565! absolutely not!”

“hm does that mean we can in private? is that against the queens rules?”

he thought for a moment before grabbing your hand, he pulled you towards the dorm as he walked in front of you to hide his flushed face.

“I.. suppose it isn’t. come on now.”

°˖➴

“this is inappropriate my rose…”

you currently pulled riddle into the nearest empty room you could find.

he was helping out his fellow dorm mates study, you were there to study as well but you were way too distracted by riddles voice.

the way he was assertive yet soft spoken with them. he wanted to make sure the information was getting to them but didn’t want to sound too strict or rude.

that made you snap as you pulled him away from the group.

“is it against the queens rules to want to make out with your very attractive partner?”

riddle placed his hands on your shoulders to keep some distance between you two but he wasn’t doing a good job, he made no effort to push you away

“we have to get back now.” you frowned as you placed a small peck on the edge of his lips.

“no, we can do this later.”

“…no…”

riddle made a frustrated sound before crashing his lips towards yours.

“you’re a bad influence my rose.”

°˖➴

riddle has been cooped up in his room all day. you came over to check on him, reminding him to take breaks but when he’s studying— old habits die hard.

words were not getting through him so you had to resort to actions.

you landed a kiss on his jawline which made him freeze and flare up.

“h-huh?!”

you place more kisses on his jaw and cheek

“w-what are you doing??”

the more kisses you place the redder he gets. he knew what you were doing, he so badly wanted to push you away but he could never do that to you.

he cups your face before boldly pulling your face to his.

roughly kissing you at first but later eases up, gently kissing you, letting all his tension flow away as he kisses you silly.

leona

100% ego boost

cocky

will make out with you right then and there no matter where you are

lazy make out sessions

makes you take the lead until he gets in the mood and takes over

Leona wasn’t doing anything fancy, all he was doing was tidying his hair up in a high ponytail, getting ready for spell drive training.

you were watching him get ready. you love when he puts his hair up, makes him look even more handsome, and leona is already extremely handsome. you’re practically memorized

“we should totally make out.”

he froze a second- caught off guard by your words then smirked at you, you could practically see his ego inflating

“getting bold now herbivore?”

he doesn’t hesitate to give it to you. he crawls towards you, grabbing your waist and attaching his lips to yours roughly.

he might be a little late to practice, but it’s worth it since he’s spending his time with you and getting a reward of seeing the aftermath of your messy face.

°˖➴

it was your first time seeing leona in his official spell drive uniform and

oh my sevens.

he was with his team going over the plan for the game and you couldn’t help but admire how well the uniform looks on him. once he finished, you couldn’t help but say

“let’s make out.”

he chuckles, “what? is that supposed to motivate me?”

his teammates heard— scoffing and snickering.

“i really don’t need to see that before a game..” you could hear epel muttering afar.

leona smirked wide, loving when you get bold enough to say that in public, he’s not afraid to show everyone who you belong to. he pulled you in, devouring your lips right in front of everyone which made everyone gagged— leaving to do something else.

°˖➴

Leona was taking a nap per usual but something about the way the sunlight casted down on his face, enhancing his features made you giddy.

"we should make out."

leona opened one eye to look at you, questioning what you just said. after seeing your determine face, he knew he heard right and you were serious

"then you better get over here herbivore, before I change my mind."

you smiled wide as you jumped on top of him, his hands immediately found your hips to balance you. you kissed him slowly first as he lazily replied.

slow and lazy yet you could feel his love pouring out while running his hands up and down your sides until he started to feel more awake. He’ll never say it out loud but through his actions that’s when it started getting more heated, you had your turn now it’s time for him to show you who’s the king.

azul

flustered everytime

never say that in public, if the twins heard that.. he will hide in his octopod

will only do it if you’re alone

sweet make sessions, not too rough not too gentle

secretly loves when you want to make out

you were waiting for azul to finish up some business at mostro lounge when someone approached you, clearly flirting with you.

you kept reminding them you have a boyfriend and are not interested but they were persistent.

“come on, just one date? then you’ll see if you still want to be with this ‘boyfriend’” you looked disgusted but before you could say anything a voice came behind them.

“that will not be happening. as you can see we are going out on our own date right now, they made it clear they are not interested so please get out or do I need to show you where the door is?” azul was by your side as you saw the twins looming over the person. they got the message and headed out.

“are you alright my pearl?”

“we should make out.” you blurted out as you found that attractive, the twins were snickering as azul turned pink.

“w-what?! what are you- let’s just go.”

°˖➴

azul was scheming up contracts while you were keeping him company. this gave you the opportunity to get a good look at him, the way his glasses sat at the bridge of his nose, beauty mark looking so kissable right now..

you walked behind his chair looking over his shoulder pretending to be interested before casually saying,

“we should make out right now.”

his pen stopped abruptly, messing up what he was writing. you could see his ears turning pink

“w-well, ahem. I guess I do need a break…” he looked around the room even though it was just the two of you, he pulled you onto his lap still looking flustered and guiding himself to your lips.

°˖➴

“my pearl… i’ve told you about this.” you once again announce that you wanted to make out instead of the twins again. he can only take so much of their teasing.

he will gladly do it with no cost but please stop saying it in front of them.

“sorry zul… but… can we?” you had the hopeful glint in your eyes that he couldn’t resist, your lucky he pulled you in his vip room because he really did wanted to kiss you silly.

he sighs, “I should make you pay… but i’ll let it slide just this once.” he cradled your face as he kisses you shyly.

kissing azul was always so sweet, you could tell he was nervous but he put on a front of being confident. azul always sets a steady pace, making it enjoyable for you two.

*knock knock*

“quit sucking each others faces! bleh”

“there are quite a lot of people out here.”

the tips of azuls ears were pink as he groaned. getting one last kiss before he had to leave.

kalim

giggly

loves kissing you, will do it, you don’t even need to ask

will laugh and smile throughout the session

he’s so happy, he can’t keep his hands off you

doesn’t matter where you are but he doesn’t want jamil yelling at him so will prefer private

you and kalim were outside enjoying the sun as he was talking about his day and anything that came to him. he was so bright that your face always hurts when you’re around him from smiling so much.

he was currently making a flower crown as he continued to talk, you were supposed to be making one as well for him but you got distracted as you stared at kalim.

his eyes were like ruby’s as you got lost in them, suddenly remembering how sweet he is. he always saw the good in everything which you loved and admired, it was a nice change considering everyone else at nrc.

“we should make out.” you muttered as you were thinking about all the sweet moments with kalim.

“okay!” kalim didn’t hesitate to lean over to peck your lips then diving back in to leave longer and loving kisses, giggling every once in a while through your lips. he never questions you, always willing or finding excuses(or just straight up) to kiss you.

one hand was running through your hair while the other was playing with your fingers.

°˖➴

kalim invited you to watch him practice at his club and you gladly accepted.

kalim was so talented at the drums it blew you away. they sounded so good and you were having a great time enjoying the music.

kalims outfit was so casual, he was so cute with his beanie you wanted to smooch his face so bad. you were trying so hard to not interrupt him.

practice was finally over and kalim rushed over to you giggling.

“what did you think?”

“you were amazing baby! you were so cool, we should make out.” kalim eyes widened before laughing loudly

“my, young love…” lilia commented as he exited.

“you’re so silly habibi!” he gives you the biggest kiss with the loudest ‘MWAH’ sound. he’s smiling through your kisses while cupping your face between his hands.

will not stop until someone kicks you two out.

°˖➴

“UGH I’ve missed you so much habibi…” jamil didn’t leave kalims side at all today, making sure he gets stuff done and doesn’t do anything crazy which left no time for you two.

kalim has been dying for your affection all day. he plopped down on his bed, pulling you into his grasp

“can we make out… pleaseee?” kalim asked as he’s already placing sweet kisses on your neck and cheek.

you giggle, “i was just about to ask you that.”

kalim lights up as he makes his way to your lips.

laughing through your kisses, always pulling away a bit to kiss the other parts of your face as his hands roam over your body.

he always enjoys moments like this where he can fully love you without anyone interfering or jamil pulling them away. he can let his love overflow through his kisses and touches so you get the message.

jamil

hides behind his hood

you’re crazy

savory make out sessions, loves taking his time with you

he’s very busy so will have to wait until he gets a break

if he could he would do it anywhere anytime

Jamil was making food for yet another party kalim was throwing. you were accompanying him, helping out here and then.

you love watching him cook, how he moves so effortlessly through the kitchen, you couldn't help but blurt out what was on your mind.

"we should totally make out right now.."

jamil paused his cutting. his face heated up but he could just blame the boiling water. he swiftly put his hood up so you couldn’t see his face, trying to play it off

"what are you talking about? help me get these in the water." he changed the subject but he would definitely love to make out with you, maybe he will later.

°˖➴

jamil invited you to watch him play basketball since you’ve been asking him. he moves so agile, making baskets mostly every time. he looks so fine with his hair up, sweat dripping down his face.

they were taking a break and you handed jamil his water bottle,

“you looked so cool out there jamil! we should make out.”

he almost spat out his water. so caught off guard because of your compliment then your statement.

he couldn’t hide his face with his hood so he just used his hand to hide his blush.

“you’re crazy.”

he tried to play it off but then he looked around to make sure no one was listening to them before mumbling

“as much as I would love to right now… we can later, promise.”

°˖➴

jamil finally got time to himself but it was nighttime. that didn’t matter to you, you were just happy to spend time with him. he was currently taking out his braids as you laid in his bed.

before you could get the words out, jamil was already on top of you, devouring your lips.

“i’ve been waiting all day to do that.” he muttered against your lips, leaving kisses all over your face as he continues to speak, “you don’t know how badly I wanted to kiss you every time you asked to make out.” he kisses your jaw, “you drive me insane.”

he basically is sucking the air out of you, savoring the taste of your lips since it’s so rare for him to spend time with you, he loves to take advantage of the time he has to himself.

vil

you’ll ruin his makeup, no

admires your forwardness

either elegant and soft make out sessions or messy sessions depending on what he’s doing later

doesn’t mind messing up his makeup if you’re alone and he doesn’t have to go anywhere later

if he has a shoot, no he will not kiss you, don’t think about it

Vil was trying new makeup products and invited you over to his room to try them out. you love when he does your makeup you get to shamelessly admire him up close. he was putting blush on you, one hand holding your chin up as he applied it to your cheek.

“we should make out…”

his eyes widen then soften as he laughed, you can be so forward when you wanted to.

“that will ruin our makeup dear.” he saw you pout and he couldn’t help himself. he sighs and pulled you closer to him

“you’re lucky my schedule is free today. i’m all yours~” he attacked your lips, he can’t wait to see the finish result of your guys ruined faces.

°˖➴

Vil was at a photo shoot and you were accompanying him, he looked so radiant you couldn’t take your eyes off him.

the photographer told him to take five as he reviewed the photos, vil made his way to you who smiled brightly,

“we should totally make out.. right now..”

vil pinched your cheeks, he could feel your stares and knew you were up to something, “absolutely not. we’re not done here and you’ll ruin my makeup. I know how you get.”

“pleaseee..”

“no.”

“one kiss?”

“no. you can wait after.”

there’s no convincing him when his mind is made up.

°˖➴

“my love, I have a meeting with the director in ten minutes no.” Vil stated as he was touching up, making sure he looked presentable.

you whined at vil saying you guys should make out but of course vil wouldn’t allow it.

“that’s enough time for a couple of kisses…”

vil glared at you through his mirror as to give you a warning to behave but you never listen. you needed to kiss him now.

“fine. just a few. don’t go crazy, I don’t want to test to see if this lipstick is smudge proof.” he finally broke after your constant begging.

he gently took your chin and pulled you in, he kissed you softly, not going too deep or rough to ruin anything.

when vil kisses you like this he’s always so poise, trying to restrain himself from breaking and giving in since he has somewhere to be soon.

“you’re something else my love.”

idia

you break him every time you say it

hairs fully pink

wants to but will NOT make the first move you have to take initiative

awkward make out sessions, he has to warm up before he gets comfortable

only ever in private, he doesn’t leave his room

“we should make out.”

idia.exe has stopped working. crashing out. reboot reboot.

“H-HUHHHH?!”

idia was in a boss fight, so focused on it that it made you smile while you were sitting on his bed watching him play, you didn’t want to bother him since you know how he gets during game but you just had to say what was on your mind.

“y-you’re joking right? is this a prank? where’s the camera?” the tips of his hair is pink as he hides his face, trying to shrink.

“i’m serious idia! we should!”

he still doesn’t believe you, still trying to hide from you but can’t really go anywhere since you’re in his safe haven.

“n-no way! i haven’t even unlocked that yet! we’re only on affinity level 50… making out is totally a level 100 thing…”

he will keep rambling saying this isn’t real, making excuses until you make the first move.

°˖➴

you watched idia work on new equipment for ortho, he was telling you about all the technical stuff and how it will improve ortho which you love when he gets passionate and is willing to talk to you before he gets shy and thinks you don’t care.

“I really think this will improve his speed which could make him go at least-“

“we should make out.”

you watched his hair go from blue to pink in an instant.

he dropped to the floor, hiding himself. “w-what is wrong with you? you can’t just drop that crazy one liner! when did I get into an otome game…”

“maybe when you started dating me.”

“I-I wasn’t ready for that!”

°˖➴

“I can do it… I can do it…” idia is currently hyping himself to kiss you.

you had asked him to make out five minutes ago but he got flustered and is hiding over his sheet. don’t get him wrong, he absolutely wants to make out with you! it’s just hard for him since he’s not use to this, he needs a minute… or two… or five.

“idia, baby, we don’t have to.”

“NO! uh, I-I do I just uhm…” you smiled at him fondly as you removed the sheet over his head, you placed you hand on his cheek before slowly moving in still giving him time to pull away.

“I’m going to kiss you now okay?”

idia appreciates you so much, he nodded, sweating from the proximity as you finally kissed him.

it was slow and gentle. never rushing him, letting him have room to pull away if he wants, but he takes this time to get more comfortable

a few more kisses in, idia is more relaxed as he decided to go deeper and rougher, he needs to take a chance before he regrets it.

when he’s with you he gets a spring of confidence. hes always comfortable with you. you’re his player two, his healer.

malleus

how bold of you to say that to him

will gladly accept no matter where he is

you can text him and he will be at your door as soon as you send it

assertive make out sessions, kisses you like there’s no tomorrow

LOVES it

“we should make ou-“

“I agree.”

you didn’t even get the full sentence out before malleus is already on you gripping your waist.

you couldn’t help but laugh, he’s so lovesick it’s adorable.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, “i’m glad we’re on the same page.”

he’s already savoring your mouth, everytime you share a kiss it leaves you breathless. malleus will always show you how much he loves you, you can feel it through his kisses.

malleus is never an inch away from your face, he sometimes forgets you need to breathe so when you pull away he’s right there following you, waiting to dive back in again.

when you block him to catch your breathe he moves down to your neck and collarbone.

very clingy dragon, once you two start making out he will not let you go anywhere for the rest of the day.

°˖➴

malleus was out at his gargoyle club, you couldn’t join him since you were busy studying. He still called you through to talk about gargoyles, his voice is quite nice to listen to so you didn’t mind.

you’ve been at it nonstop so you took a little break to pay attention to malleus.

he has been going at it, spitting out facts about gargoyles and the history about them.

he’s so passionate you wish you could have joined him so you could see his outfit. the way the wind blows though his hair, you can slightly see his scales on his forehead, oh you miss him.

“we should make out.”

he stopped talking.

*knock knock*

“huh? hold on mal someone’s here.”

it was malleus who still had his phone to his ear at your doorstep.

…

“you are quite the bold one, child of man.”

malleus was visiting late at night like he usually does when you so happen to blurt out about wanting to make out with him

“not many would dare to say that to me.”

“well I would hope not.”

you stated as you pulled him closer by his shirt

“you’re mine and you better only make out with him.”

malleus widened his eyes then let out a real genuine laugh. he absolutely loves how bold you are with him, it shows that you’re not afraid of him and feel comfortable around him.

“I would never be with another. for you will be the only one I spend the rest of my life with, until the end.”

he says into your neck before leaving pecks, trailing his way up to your lips, sucking the air out of your lungs. kissing you like there’s no tomorrow, really showing you that you’re the only one for him.

______๑♡⁠๑______

habibi = my love/beloved (I used google translate I don’t speak arabic)

a/n: THIS IS ASS UGH most of these are the same omg.. idk why riddle was so hard to think of.. writers block or smth.

a/n: whenever I play games n the li does something hot or anything i’m like ‘omggg let’s make out rn’ idk i’ve been playing lads and that one scene where zanye was jealous.. i was like okayy let’s make out RN anyways have a good night/day <3

[nekonaps0]

Second years with a reader who's had a crush on them (separately) for some time now and instead of confessing just suddenly went for a kiss in an unexpected situation? (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

One kiss

✦gn!reader

✦characters: second years

✦you guys have so cutie ideas!!!! My heart can’t take it 🤌

Riddle Rosehearts

He was scolding someone again. Probably Ace. You were just standing there with him in the garden, listening to his lecture about hallway etiquette when you couldn’t take it anymore.

He looked so adorable when he was stern.

The way his cheeks puffed slightly.

The way he gestured with a gloved hand.

So when he turned to you and asked,

“Don’t you agree?” you leaned forward, grabbed his collar, and kissed him.

His brain blue-screened.

You pulled away before he could react, wide-eyed at what you just did.

“I—I’m sorry, I—!”

Riddle stared at you, eyes huge and face blooming red.

“You…” he blinked, touched his lips, and whispered, “You kissed me.”

You flinched. “I—”

“…I… don’t mind with it… just please warn me next time.”

(Ace be like: 🧍‍♀️)

Ruggie Bucchi

You were both walking back to the Ramshackle, the sun low, shadows long. Ruggie was joking about how lazy Leona was and how he should start charging him extra.

You laughed. He was so comfortable, so real.

Then, without thinking, without planning, you reached up and kissed his cheek.

He stopped mid-step. He turned to you slowly.

“Uhh. Did I just—did you just—was that a kiss?!”

You were already walking ahead, heart pounding. “Maybe.”

“…awww, what the hell, you tryin’ to give me a heart attack?” He jogged to catch up, ears twitching and grin wide. “You really like me, huh?”

You looked away. “Depends.”

He chuckled, then threw an arm around your shoulders. “Don’t be shy now, you like mee….”

Azul Ashengrotto

You were both in the VIP room after a long shift. Azul was rambling something about finances, contracts, something clever and analytical.

You weren’t listening.

You were watching his mouth. And then, you just leaned across the desk and kissed him.

Right on the lips.

He froze. Like someone unplugged him.

You pulled away. “Sorry, I—uh—I’ve liked you for a while. B-But I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable!”

“…You just…” Azul pushed up his glasses, dazed. “That wasn’t part of the negotiation. I wasn’t… prepared for that variable.” His whole face turning red.

He cleared his throat. “Would you… be willing to draft a contract for that kind of affection? N-not that I’m demanding! I just—”


He stopped. And he look everywhere but you and he quietly murmured

“Can I kiss you back…?”

Jade Leech

It was quiet in the greenhouse. Jade was watering some rare mushrooms, humming.

He looked calm, mysterious, completely unaware that your heart was a hammer in your chest.

“Jade,” you said softly.

“Yes?”

You walked up, took his face in your hands, and kissed him, slow and shy.

He didn’t stop you.

When you pulled away, your breath caught.

He stared at you, expression unreadable, before his lips curved into a sly smile.

“My, what a rare specimen of courage. Did you know I like surprises?”

“W-Was that okay…?”

Jade stepped closer, lifting your hand to his lips.

“More than okay. But I’d like another demonstration… for scientific purposes, of course.”

Floyd Leech

You were stuck in the kitchen helping him with dish duty. He was being a pain. Splashing water. Complaining. Annoying you nonstop.

And yet… you adored him.

He was drying a plate when you suddenly said, “Floyd.”

“Huh?”

You stand up on your tippy toes and kissed him.

The plate fell and shattered.

Floyd stared at you like you’d grown another head. Then… A big, toothy grin.

“OH~, SHRIMPY, THAT WAS CRAZY. DO IT AGAIN!!”

He swept you into his arms and kissed you back, hard, before spinning you in a full circle.

“You’re mine now, right? RIGHT?? No backsies!” He chuckled

The dishes stayed dirty but now your lips are swollen~

Kalim Al-Asim

It was a warm day. Kalim was playing music on his tablet while humming, offering you juice, laughing brightly about something silly.

You were both dancing in his room, and you couldn’t stop staring at him. He spun, giggled, turned to you—

And you kissed him. Right in the middle of a laugh.

He gasped when you pulled away.

“WHOA!! That was—!! I mean—I liked that! Did you just kiss me?!”

You nodded, shy.

Kalim immediately pulled you back and kissed you again, giggling.

“Can we do that more?! That was like a festival surprise! You’re amazing!!”

Jamil Viper

You were in the kitchen, watching him slice vegetables with precise, practiced motions.

He was muttering about Kalim, about responsibilities, about how busy he was. And there you are couldn't stop looking at his lips.

So when he turned toward you to ask something, you just did it. You stood on tiptoe and kissed him.

Jamil’s eyes widened, hands stilling.

“…What was that for?” he asked quietly.

“I couldn’t help it. Sorry…”

He looked down, then let out a slow breath.

“…You really are troublesome.”

You looked away, but then… He gently grabbed your wrist and tugged you closer.

“…Next time, give me a little warning. So I can kiss you back properly.”

Silver

He was dozing off again in the woods, head tilted back, hair glowing in the sun.

You didn’t want to wake him. So you leaned in and kissed his cheek, light as a whisper.

He stirred, opened one eye.

“…Mm…Did you… kiss me?”

Your breath caught. “Maybe...”

He blinked slowly. Then he smiled.

“…Then I must be the luckiest knight alive.”

You laughed, flustered. “You’re not mad?”

Silver shook his head, soft and dreamy.

“No. But next time… let me hold you when you do.”

..............................................................................................................................

[akisteahouse]

IT'S A BAD IDEA, RIGHT? Featuring OCTAVINELLE…

Floyd Leech! Wasn’t nearly as stupid as some people painted him as, and that went for you as well - he was well aware that your arrangement with him wasn’t as clear-cut as it should’ve been, that this would probably end with his heart ripped out of his chest, but a guy’s allowed to hope, right? ‘Sides, it’s not like you set any clear boundaries for your ‘relationship’ - always wearing his blazers, post make-out haze, ogling his arms whenever you waited for his shift to end, being so, so willing to yank him into the closest empty closet whenever you felt like it… you weren’t particularly subtle with your affections for him, weren’t ya, squishy? <3 (is what he tells him at night when your not next to him, snoozing the night away) So grabby that you had to practically claw his stupidly long fingers away from you whenever the two of you were in public, his sharp molars sinking deep into your neck whenever you were in the bedroom with him, the additional complaint he made whenever you brushed him off while you were with your friends - and oh, whatever are you to do now but to give in, after he’s basically claimed you as his mate for life? ;)

Jade Leech! Was already quite informed with your every like and dislike before deciding to even approach you, but wasn’t well prepared enough to please you when you cornered him in an empty stairwell, and caved the moment your lips pressed against his - a fatal mistake, on his end, unfortunately :’( Allowing you to take the lead the first time, as a little test… and then again, again, and again… oh dear, you’ve really outdone him now, haven’t you? Spending so much time with you Azul and Floyd had begun wondering why he’d gotten so giggly and smiley all of a sudden, where he’d been spending all his free time, and then some(getting a tongue shoved down his throat in a spare storage closet, that’s where <33) Practically becoming a shadow looming over you in school, to the point where you had to pin him against the wall well to the best of your ability, anyway to set him straight… well, that was rather harsh of you, no? Getting his revenge the next time you invited him over, meanly sucking crescents into your skin where you couldn't hide >:(( Everyone knew Jade Leech as the scary vice-housewarden of Octavinelle, but he'd much rather be known as your darling spouse </33 Ah, all in due time ;)

Azul Ashengrotto! Was well aware of your… reputation, before deciding to court you… your first meeting went rather smoothly, with him getting the prime make out spot that was one of Monstro Lounge’s many spare storage rooms <3 maybe now he did get the appeal of getting a little… stress relief every now and then… ;) Being absolutely appalled by the lack of accountability land-dwellers took - he’d expected to be at least your boyfriend after your encounter, but to be labelled as your boytoy instead? Perhaps his fatal flaw was getting so very attached after your very first encounter, practically forcing you into a situationship with a persistent clinger… oh, curse his heart for falling for you so quickly! >:( It was so hard to say no to you too, not when you wiped away his tears and or drool oh-so gently, not when you left pain relief patches for him his aching muscles whenever you left his room (the bare minimum </33) Forever whining about how you didn’t stay with him afterwards for long enough, raking his nails against every surface of your body his grubby fingers could reach, almost a plea for you to stay, and who were you to deny your sweet little crybaby? <3333 Just hold him tight, and maybe he’d let you get your rocks off(he’d cave under zero pressure if you looked at him right) Poor, poor Azul who’d already drawn up a six-year contract on when you'd get married, and this most definitely derailed his carefully crafted plans… but your dear boytoy was a schemer at heart, and he was oh so ready to negotiate for yours ;)

[anime-in-new-albion]

The Thing With First Kisses ~ Azul Ashengrotto

Summary: Azul cannot stop thinking about how he's never had his first kiss before. He also can't stop thinking about how he wants to share that moment with you. What an interesting predicament...

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 1191

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

The thing with first kisses is there's so much to consider. You need to think of the setting and make sure it sets the proper tone for the kiss. Then you need to consider the set up leading into the kiss. Is it going to be staged or are you going to be spontaneous with it? Then you need to consider what kind of kiss you're going to give the other person. Would they be okay with a heavy make out session for the first kiss or is a quick peck the way to go? And finally, the part that was usually forgotten, what came after. If they like it, do you go in for another one? If they hated it, do you play it off as an accident?

All of these thoughts and questions were currently swirling through Azul's head, as he sat in his office with the lights off. He was getting a migraine from the constant stress of trying to understand the best way to give his first kiss. The worst part was this wasn't just his first kiss in this relationship. This was his first kiss period. It had to be special! It had to be one he remembered for the rest of his life! It had to be perfect! So for the better part of two weeks he had been practicing and studying and perfecting how he was going to give his first kiss.

But the deadline to figure this all out was drawing near. You'd be here in mere hours to watch a movie with him. Azul had already gotten the setting figured out. The two of you would be cuddled up on the couch in his office, watching a romantic comedy. He wanted to keep the mood light and sweet, making it look like he wasn't trying hard. He hoped you wouldn't notice all the thought and care he put into it and would think it was totally spontaneous. 

But Azul still hadn't figured out the best way to kiss you yet. Did you want something short, sweet, and to the point? A quick peck before he turned his attention back to the movie? It could work. That way if you thought it was too soon or thought he wasn't a good kisser, he could play it off like he didn't mean to. But this was his first kiss! It couldn't just be something so simple. Perhaps something longer, mouth still closed, but enough to not mistake it as anything other than a kiss? But what if you didn't like it and got uncomfortable? How could he play it off? It was much harder for something less subtle.

A knock at his door had Azul scrambling out of his office chair and rushing to get it. He didn't want to leave you waiting. As soon as he saw your smile, his heart melted into a puddle at his feet. You were so beautiful. How could he not want to kiss you?

"You're right on time. Wonderful. Come in, come in." He sounded so formal. So far, the light and sweet atmosphere he was hoping for was beginning to waver. He needed a good save.

"Thank you for inviting me." You replied. "When you told me what movie we'd be watching, I just had to come over! It's one of my favorites!"

That made him let out a sigh of relief internally. So he picked one of your favorites? That was a point in his favor. This little date could be salvaged after all.

After exchanging some pleasantries, he set up the movie and sat on the couch. He couldn't help but stiffen a little when you leaned against him. He knew you both would be cuddled up on the couch, but he thought you would both sit apart and slowly move closer to each other. This made his heart beat erratically and the thoughts and questions regarding the first kiss started to reappear. How was he going to be able to kiss you? 

Azul spent more time thinking about kissing you than he did watching the movie. He was completely lost in how to make it as natural and as real as possible. He didn't want the kiss to come off as forced or sleazy. He wanted you to enjoy it and he wanted to like it too. He wanted perfection, but it was so hard to demand it in moments like this. There were too many variables. How could he make this work?

As the movie progressed, they were getting to the big climax where the couple kissed for the first time. He began to pay attention more, in hopes of getting clues on how to do this. He took note of body language and facial expressions. Everything was put into his mental equations on how to properly kiss you for the first time. His mind was working so hard he didn't realize the movie had ended.

"That was such a good movie wasn't it?" You asked as you turned it off while the credits rolled.

He stiffly nodded. The time to kiss you was slipping away. He needed to do it now.

"I love the ending! It's so romantic!" You wistfully sigh. "Sometimes I wish I was kissed like that."

That was quickly added to Azul's mental file about you and the gears in his brain turned faster. Maybe that's what he does. Instead of kissing you right now, he sets up another date like in the movie and kisses you then. That would be way more romantic. And he would know you liked it. The plan seemed completely doable.

"Azul? Are you okay?" Your words snapped him out of his thoughts. Your head was tilted to the side, your brows were furrowed, and your lips were slightly parted.

He had no idea what possessed him to do what he did. He just leaned forward and placed his lips on yours. He felt you slightly jump in surprise before you began to kiss him back. Though his eyes were closed, they widened in surprise. You were kissing him back? You liked it? Really?

When he pulled away, you smiled at him with a pretty blush decorating your cheeks. His own exploded into a bright red. "I... I'm sorry."

You giggled and shook your head. "Don't be sorry. That was awfully romantic."

"You think so?" His jaw dropped.

You nodded. "Absolutely. I'd be lying if I said I haven't been waiting for you to kiss me. I'm glad you did."

"Oh..." Azul's voice trailed off and it took all of his mental power not to cover his blush that was growing.

"Do you want to try again? I'm more prepared this time."

His tongue went heavy in his mouth. But he nodded. He desperately wanted to kiss you again. He melted as you cupped his face so tenderly and brought his lips to yours. He held your waist and the two of you shared a perfect kiss.

See, the thing with first kisses is you never know how they're going to go until after you have it. And Azul's first kiss was perfect!

[riddlesrose]

kissin him stupid

w/ the housewardens

in which you were recently gifted a tube of lipstick from grim, you're unsure of where he got it or why he decided it's yours now but it's given you a fantastic idea.

(he probably stole it from vil somehow and wants to place the blame on you..)

note; malleus' is the shortest but the most full of love i swear to goooood but the post itself is quite long

part two!

if riddle could form a proper sentence right now, he might scold you for slacking off, or breaking rule six hundred and seventeen, or he may just ask you to do it again. if colours could speak, his face would scream in comparison to the red accents in the housewarden’s room, uniform and matching hair. 

you attempt to keep a sober expression but he seriously cannot be so flustered by a single kiss? the red lip stain on his cheek is bright against the flush of his cheeks, as he sputters vowels and consonants, attempting to speak, to protest, to ask you what in the queen’s name are you doing.

you invited riddle over to the ramshackle dorm under the guise of needing help with studying, but you had this motive the entire time. riddle could feel your rebel to his help and directions if he ignored the obvious fact you hadn’t even cracked the spine of your book yet (to be fair it was only assigned today, and it was a new book), and the devious smile you attempted to hide until now. 

riddle took a breath, finally feeling sensible enough, “what… was that.” 

“affection, riddle. this isn’t new.” you shot, tone dripping in sarcasm. 

“yes, my rose, i know that. i mean,” he grabs hold of your uniform tie, drawing you closer, “what’s with the lipstick?” your head probably could have exploded, where did this riddle come from and how can he be drawn out more often?

you press a swift kiss to riddle’s other cheek, thanks to the proximity. “i have no explanation,” you press another kiss onto his forehead, “i simply was gifted it,” a kiss to his temple, “this morning.” the grip riddle has on your tie loosens completely as it falls back onto your chest, slightly wrinkled from the force. 

“i just had this ironed!” you frown. 

“i-i’ll get it done again.” riddle stands, brushing invisible dust off his jacket, though nothing could distract from the shade of pink that covers his face. 

“you’ll iron my tie for me? how kind.” you wrap an arm around riddle’s waist, pulling him close. he drops his forehead against your chest with a thud, inaudibly mumbling to himself. 

you wrap your other arm around him as he takes your face between his hands, slightly squishing into your cheeks he drags your face to his height, kissing you feverishly. 

“where did this riddle come from? i like him.” 

“i just felt… bold i suppose.” riddle’s red tinted lips smile against yours.

“do it again!”

leona stirs underneath you. you’re sat, straddling either side of his hips, weight pressed on his defined torso. leona doesn’t know it but you’ve practically trapped him where he sleeps. where he’s asleep currently, that is. in your dorm. 

on your couch.

using your pillows, taking in the setting sun like a true feline, though you would never dare utter the word feline anywhere near him lest you face the wrath of a moody boyfriend. 

you silently laugh to yourself, leaning down and pressing your lips on the prince’s temple.

leona stirs again at that, attempting to roll over – he cracks an eye when you gasp. slowly, coming to his senses, he furrows his brows at your positioning. you weren’t there when he fell asleep, when did you do that, and why are you sitting on him with half of a sinister smile across your lips…

and when did your lips turn red? he brings a hand up to rub his face, trying to shake the sleep out of his fogged mind, but you catch his hand before it makes contant. 

“don’t, it’ll mess up all my hard work,” you say with a half hint of embarrassment. (just a hint; only because you were caught before you could slip away undiscovered.)

leona’s confusion increases, as he detaches your hand from his wrist. he takes his freed hand up to your lips and swipes his thumb across your bottom lip, smudging it further across the line of your lip.

he inspects his red finger, “is this… lipstick?” you purse your lips in an attempt to stifle the laugh that bubbles in your chest. he looks ridiculous; eyes half lidded, nose crunched in focus and red marks painting his face.

your tinted lips curl upwards slightly into a smug grin, “maybe?” if leona knows one thing, it’s smug grins. he matches yours and wipes his thumb on your cheek, smearing the lipstick off his thumb and onto your skin. 

you playfully swat his hand away and lean down to continue painting your masterpiece, placing another kiss on his skin – onto the spot between his eyebrows. leona’s hand find your hip, giving a teasing pinch to the side. 

leona may be a prince used to some pampering, but this is some treatment he could get used to. 

azul has a finger in every pie, as riddle likes to say. you’re very much aware of that as your boyfriend likes to talk your ear off about his investments, new opportunities and the lounge. you’re so very proud of all of his hard work but sometimes he gets off on a tangent that doesn’t stop until you make him. usually with a kiss. it flusters him just enough that he forgets what he was going on about and it works every time. 

this time, however, was a bit different. azul didn’t take notice of the hue change of your lips as you leaned in and shut him up. drawing back, you snicker at his pursed lips and flushed cheeks, and the red lipstick smeared around his lips.

azul peeked in your direction, curious. you usually find it funny when he’s flustered like this but you were laughing a little too much. he noticed the messy red lipstick and furrowed his brows, wiping a finger across his lips. 

you suppressed a smile as you watched him curiously examine his stained finger, “it’s lipstick.” he concludes. 

“well… obviously? i thought that would have been pretty clear,” you grab his hand, wiping the red off of his finger. 

before azul can retort you lean in to kiss him again; anywhere you can get your lips on before he shells himself away, utterly embarrassed. a kiss to his cheek, jaw, forehead, nose, other cheek, forehead again, has him sputtering, almost begging to be released. 

azul places his free hand on your shoulder, trying to push you away while laughing between breaths. when you do back up, leaning back on your hand, he almost looks sad. (as if he wasn’t actively trying to get you off!) 

“so, mister ashengrotto? feeling loved and appreciated yet?” you give him a toothy grin, watching as his face contorts from flustered to even-more-flustered. (if that’s possible.)

“well yes! i dare say i’m feeling very valued and cherished as well.” despite his rosy features, his voice is unwavering, full of conviction. 

his confident, put-together outer layer completely melts away when you’re alone with him, but this has him absolutely on fire, a feeling no number could replace. numbers can’t give affection, you give it tenfold in their stead. 

kalim’s permanent grin widens when you claim you’ve got a gift for him. he expectantly holds out his hands, making you shake your head. 

“it’s more of an eyes closed kind of gift,” you start, kalim instantly squeezes his eyes shut. he puts so much trust in you that you worry jamil has eyes everywhere. everywhere. but you brush the jesting idea away, believing that you wouldn’t even be allowed on scarabia grounds if jamil didn’t trust you with the housewarden. 

you turn to a nearby mirror, passing the tube of red lipstick over your lips. the smooth makeup applies nice and neatly. (doesn’t matter because you know it won’t be neat for long.)

you step back over to where kalim’s sitting on the edge of his bed, standing between his knees. he’s waiting not-so patiently, he looks like he’s almost vibrating, is he really that excited? you suppress a smile as you gently grab onto his jaw, tilting his head to the side as you press your lips to his cheek. his laughter immediately fills the room, making you press more kisses over his face. one to his forehead, one on the nose, another on the other cheek, his temples, and anywhere you can get before he’s laughing too much, pushing you away.

“it tickles,” he heaves a breath, “stop!” a wider smile grows on his face after seeing yours, the red lipstick you applied had smudged around your lips, looking not-so neat. his face isn’t much better, tan skin littered in red kisses.

while you’re mentally retaining the image of kalim covered in red lip marks, you notice him looking more intently at you. you raise a brow, curiously.

“my turn, give it here!” he reaches a hand out, expecting the tube of lipstick?

you look at him bewildered, “what?” 

“my turn!” he repeats. he seems real set on returning the ‘gift’ it seems. kalim’s all smiles as you hand him the black tube. he exposes the stick and passes it over his own lips, tossing it aside and pulling you down to his seated height. he flattens his lips across the expanse of your face, getting at any skin he can just like you did to him. 

when he deems he’s finished, you’re dazed and equally covered in red lipstick stains, smiles wide across your faces. matching stained faces for matching blitheringly infatuated idiots.

vil leans on the back of his vanity chair; his face littered in different coloured lip marks. the reason? he claims he wants to see which ones compliment him the most. 

you know he already knows exactly which shades of each brand line do exactly that. (thanks, rook.) vil doesn’t know that you know he’s already figured this out. 

you wipe the makeup remover-soaked cotton pad across your lips, ridding it of the pink. “what would all of your fans think if they knew you were being covered completely in rainbow kisses?” you wipe the moisture from your lips as vil reaches around you to grab another tube, but you stop him. 

“i’m sure they would lose their minds,” you reach into your pocket, revealing a miscellaneous tube of lipstick, it matches none of the previously discarded lipsticks, nor does it have a brand logo on it. “where did you find this?” vil takes the lipstick in his hand, nimbly examining the exterior. he removes the top to reveal a rich, velvety red colour. his eyes widen just slightly. 

“it’s a secret,” you wink and take the lipstick from him and apply it, smiling as you replace its cap and let it fall from your hand, onto a messy vanity behind you. 

vil wraps an arm around your neck, drawing you closer to his seated level, “well, share your secret with me, if you would be so kind.” you swiftly close the gap between yourself and the housewarden, administering a healthy dose of red onto his lips and the surrounding skin. 

he parts first, his cheeks dawn a hint of pink that’s hidden behind the various stains on his otherwise perfect skin. he truly is the most beautiful person ever. makeup or not, hair tied back or loose, vil is sincerely as pretty as the morning's first light, a flower; freshly bloomed, and a fresh set of nails. 

“you’re staring. not that i mind,” you snap out of your hazy daydream about your gorgeous boyfriend and back into reality. 

“yeah, sorry. you’re just really fucking pretty.” you lean down and tenderly kiss his forehead as he internally squeals like one of his fan-girls. he really hit the jackpot with you as his (second) biggest fan.

idia looks up at you with wide yellow eyes, but they have a sort of gloss over them that makes you believe he would not want you to get up and leave his dorm right now. you grin at his feeble attempt of a silent, inconclusive plea. an ask to what, you’re unsure because his face (minus the eyes) and hands grabbing at you tell you he’s very much enjoying you straddling his hips right now.

you reach into your pocket, revealing your master plan. a tube of lipstick, you swipe it over your lips once, then twice before replacing the cap and tossing it down, letting it hit the plush bedsheet you’re atop. 

the translucent tips of his hair start to turn pink as you lean down towards his face. a trembling hand comes up to your shoulder, not pushing you away but seemingly grounding the housewarden underneath you. “how cute,” you smile against his lips, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth, then another to his left cheek, then the right. one more on his forehead for good measure. maybe one more. okay, one last one couldn’t hurt.

you sit upright and drag a hand down idia’s chest, over the sweater you know is probably two sizes to large for him, (but that’s how he likes them you suppose and it just makes for a more comfortable sweater when you steal ‘em) while admiring the definitely not smudge-proof lipstick marks on idia’s face, giggling as you compare the red smears to his blue features. you wonder if-

the rapid rise and fall of idia’s chest catches your attention, it almost sounds like he’s hyperventilating, but when you look up to his face it’s surrounded by fiery pink hair and a flush across his cheeks, spanning down his neck, you realize he’s fine. probably a little more than fine. 

“well, that’s some false advertising,” you smile, wiping at the edges of your lips lightly with a finger. idia snaps out of his stupor, hastily agreeing with a stuttered breath. his hands find your hips, giving you a small squeeze. you lean down and press a proper kiss to his lips, you lift away just as quick as you bent down, pushing idia back down as he chases you up, hoping for more. a pitiful whine escapes him as his hair burns brighter. 

the red lipstick mixes with his natural blue lips gives him a sort of purple that would put the octavinelle’s house colour to shame. though, he almost looks forlorn. the usual solemn and gloomy housewarden; reduced to a blushing mess after a few kisses. 

hilarious, isn’t it?

malleus’s eyes flutter shut, a pleased sigh escapes his lips. his hands, hidden by your sweater, trace messy patterns on your back as his nails scratch lightly. he’s unsure of how he got himself into this humanoid predicament but he’s not complaining. 

you’re sat in his lap, placing kisses all over his face, leaving red lip marks behind. 

“you look like you’re enjoying this more than i am, malleus.” you bring a hand up to rake it through his bangs, pushing them behind his horns and revealing the shiny scales hidden beneath. 

the housewarden cracks a sharp emerald eye, examining your features. the slope of your nose, the curve of your stained lips, your eyelashes, cheeks. your eyes. oh how he loves your eyes, the way they look up to him with adoration, not fear or indifference like other humans do. 

you cup his cheek, “malleus?” 

he blinks once, twice. the gloss over his eyes breaks, refocusing on you. “i apologize, i was lost in thought.” 

“i could tell,” you trace your finger to the tip of his ear, then drop your hand back into your lap. “what were you thinking of? me?” 

“yes.” 

“woah, okay. blunt!” heat rises to your face. 

a hand leaves your back, trailing around your side and up to tuck a piece of hair away from your eyes. “was i not suppose to tell the truth?” 

“no, malleus, you should have said you were thinking of pancakes.” 

“but i wasn’t? i was thinking of-” you cut him off, placing a kiss on his lips. 

“now, let me resume my art.”

malleus is more than happy to sit as still as the gargoyle statues he studies while you press kisses all over his face. he is, truly is.

this was so self indulgent i ain’t even sorry (is my favouritism showing??)

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[ryker-writes]

Hey there! I loved giving Malleus a stone as an accidental proposal! It would make sense to me that mers would also see it as that! Could we possibly get one with Floyd Azul or Jade?

omg yes absolutely! Thinking about it, merfolk probably would also take it as a proposal! Especially with their culture being inspired by The little mermaid and she loved to collect things. I love this request! For those of you who haven't seen the Malleus part, it's linked below!

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Accidentally proposing to Malleus with a rock

Accidentally proposing with a rock (Octavinelle)

Floyd:

It was an innocent gesture. You wanted to give Floyd a rock to show you care about him. A simple gift that you thought he'd like. Well, you think he likes it a little too much.

When you gave the rock to Floyd, his eyes went wide, and he quickly smiled and pulled you into a tight hug (careful not to hurt you too much), "Awwww of course!"

He seemed so happy to get the rock, it honestly surprised you. Then he started lurking around you more. Like, hovering behind you and picking you up at random times to carry you around anywhere. When you asked, he said he had a right to carry and lurk now.

You also caught Jade snickering more than usual at you and Floyd, like he knew something you didn't. But both him and Floyd didn't elaborate. Instead, Floyd laughed and wrapped his arms around you, setting his head atop yours, "Silly silly~"

It wasn't until later when you visited the Mostro Lounge's VIP room that you got a hint of what was happening. Normally you'd just go there to hang out, but you'd noticed Azul was unusually frustrated today. When he saw you, it only seemed to set him off on a rant as he paced about the room.

"I can't believe this. Of all the things you could've given, and to all the people...I can't even begin to imagine what's going through your mind. You must be as impulsive as him to do this and with such short notice! Now he wants to use the whole lounge for a day and dumps all these things to prepare on me. Could you not have waited until I've graduated at least so I wouldn't have to put of with this? You two could at least help me instead of leaving me to figure out how to cater for an entire wedding without giving me any specifics-"

At this point, you kind of zoned out because you were stuck on the whole "wedding" part. What?

As Azul paced around the room and ranted, without you fully listening, your mind was working to put together the pieces. He clearly was blaming you for something, and impulsivity could only mean Floyd was involved. That, and he mentioned giving him something...

Oh no...

Right on time, Floyd had strolled into the room, completely interrupting Azul's rant. But the second his eyes landed on you, his expression lit up and he'd made his way over to you. His arms quickly wrapped around you and he basically leaned all of his weight on you as he cheered, "There you are. I've been looking all over for you. What're you doing here with Azul?"

Hesitantly, you had to ask, "Floyd, what's going on?"

Tilting his head, he rested his cheek on top of your head and hummed in amusement, "Ah. Azul's just jealous of us. Getting married while he's stuck talking all business and contracts."

You're what? Did you hear that right?

Before you could ask anything else or try and explain anything, he'd picked you up again, and started walking out of the room with you. A very frustrated Azul calling out to you two, "At least give me something!"

Only for Floyd to wave a hand dismissively as he carried you out, "Nah. You got this. We're busy."

Something told you he wasn't going to let you just back out or call it a friendship rock...

Jade:

You like to think you know Jade pretty well. You've spent a lot of time together, so you thought it'd be a great idea to give him a little gift. So when you found this nice smooth and pretty rock, you knew it'd be the perfect gift for him. It's even practical since he can put it in one of his terrariums!

He even seemed happy when you gave it to him, after brief shock of course, and he had that sharp-toothed smile you knew well.

"Well well, I must say I never expected you to be so bold to give me something like this, but I accept."

That was all he said. You weren't really sure why it'd require boldness, but he didn't elaborate and instead brushed it off and quickly left saying he had work to do.

The day carried on as normal until you saw Floyd. He ran up to you and swung you around, "There you areee~ Welcome to the family! Ma's gonna love ya!"

Disoriented, dizzy, and confused, you had to ask, "Floyd? What are you talking about?"

He swung you around once more before finally setting you down, "Ah, you know. Proposing to Jade like that? Real brave of you."

Huh? Proposing?

But in a true Floyd fashion, he just ginned and waved goodbye as he scurried off, leaving you with many questions. The only way you'd probably get answers is to ask the man himself. So, you quickly made your way to the Mostro Lounge.

There, Jade was setting up some tables, as composed and collected as ever. Seeing you, he straightened up with that same sharp-toothed smile as earlier, and welcomed you, "Good, you're here dear. We have a small dinner to celebrate our engagement before we can begin making preparations."

Stunned by the wildness of it all, you tried to nervously correct him, "Jade, I feel like there might've been a slight misunderstanding-"

"Nonsense," He began, stepping closer and wrapping an arm around you, "It's common knowledge that gifting a special rock is a marriage proposal among merfolk. You're mine now, dear."

Azul:

Azul and you are really close. There was no denying it when you spent so much time at the Mostro Lounge VIP room just hanging out with him. So you thought you’d do something nice for him and get him a little gift.

Then there was this perfect rock you found. It was smooth and round with specks of blue and purple, perfect for Azul.

You didn’t expect him to act so…odd when you have it to him. You held it out in your hand towards him, and he just stared at you in shock. His face turned about as red as Riddle’s hair, and you could tell he was struggling to speak. If Jade and Floyd were here, they’d no doubt tease him for the look on his face.

After a few moments of stunned silence (you figured it was best to just be patient and wait for him to collect himself), he took the rock with slightly shaky hands. He held the rock close to him, over his heart, and took a deep breath. Then, he cleared his throat, and tried his best to answer, “I…wasn’t aware you felt so strongly, but it’s clear now. Don’t you worry, I can handle this. I’m…delighted to receive this.”

Not thinking much of his words, you simply smiled at him. It wasn’t uncommon for Azul to get a bit flustered by small gestures. He wasn’t treated well as a child, so you know little shows of appreciation mean a lot to him.

He scurried off with the rock to his office moments later, and there was silence for a moment before you heard him sputtering on the other side of the door. He probably would be embarrassed if you listened in though, and you wanted to spare him (this time).

The day went on as usual for a while. Classes went by, you spoke to some other friends, and went to visit the Mostro Lounge again later.

But the Lounge was…busier than normal. Students who worked there were scrambling about trying to serve customers and clean and adjust the smallest of details on things. Several of them looked super stressed, and some looked like they were about to pass out. Jade and Floyd, were the only calm ones who stood off to the side, watching them all with amused smiles.

You went up to them to ask what was happening, but Floyd spoke before you could, “Can ya let Azul flounder a bit longer? This is fun to watch.”

Azul was floundering? But he’s usually so calm and collected when he’s working. He couldn’t still be flustered from your gift earlier, right?

“What’s going on with Azul?”

Jade chuckled and was the one to answer you, “You sent him on quite the spiral. He’s got everyone working overtime to make sure everything is perfect for you.”

Now more confused, you had to ask, “Me? What did I do?”

At that, the duo only laughed more, clearly knowing something you don’t, but refusing to elaborate at you and everyone else’s expense. There was only one way you were going to get an answer; from Azul himself.

Marching past the two, you made your way to Azul’s office, barely knocking before going in.

And boy was he startled. The second you entered the room he sat up straighter and his cheeks turned pink, but he quickly tried to hide it behind his hand and muttered, “Ah, you’re here. My apologies, I’m still working on the contract right now.”

Walking up to his desk in complete confusion, you asked, “What contract? What’s going on?”

There was a moment of silence throughout the room. His gloved hands fidgeted with the pen and papers on his desk in front of him, trying to figure out the right words to say.

Then, he slid the paper over to you for you to read. Well, you only read the top before sitting stunned.

‘Contract of Marriage’

Huh???

Now it was your turn to be stunned into silence. So, he filled the silence, “I…was quite surprised by your gesture earlier, but I accept. If you’ll have me, I’d love for you to sign this. It’s quite possibly the best contract I’ve ever written.”